[Brielle’s POV]
When I return home, there is a package sitting in front of my door along with a bouquet of blood-red roses. I guess I was wrong about flowers not being L’s thing, but I couldn’t help wondering what was in the box. Was it something expensive? Something simple, maybe? What in the world would he even send me?
In the past, when I graduated and my birthdays passed, he would simply book me appointments for things to pamper myself with. This was the first true gift he has sent, and I almost didn’t want to open it and ruin the excitement. Almost.
Moving forward, I lift the flowers and the box, then head inside. Continuing to move, I head straight to my room and flop down on the bed. Once I’m in place, I place the flowers beside me and then begin to pull at the tape that was keep
