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You’re fine. You can’t mourn what you’ve never lost. He was never yours, Farrow.
But he’d started to feel like mine.
It was like the past, the present, and the future conspired to bring me exactly what I needed, then changed their minds.
I forced my eyes open, begging the pain and humiliation to go away with each blink.
And they did, replaced by shock as I realized for the first time where I was—the guest room I usually occupied.
Myroom.
I brought my fingertips to my lips. “Oh, Zach.”
Presents dusted every inch of the room. Every corner. Every piece of furniture. Every thread of the carpet. A sea of fancy boxes and bags. All wrapped and tied with golden foil.
He remembered.
He remembered my birthday.
Unless… it was Ari?
But it couldn’t be.
Ari didn’t know Zach’s address. And no one else in this world cared enough.
Wiping at my eyes and nose, I treaded to a mountain of boxes and picked one up, tearing the wrapper apart. A Chanel box materialized beneath the shiny paper.
I opened it, discovering a pair of sneakers. White calfskin with the signature logo embroidered in black. My brows slammed together.
I picked another box and opened it.
Tory Burch sneakers. Camel-hued.
Another box—Prada this time.
Silver Golden Goose.
Pink Balenciaga running shoes.
Burberry low-tops.
Dior high-tops.
Custom Louboutin fencing footwear.
He’d filled my room with every designer shoe possible—all comfy, all shoes I’d actually wear.
It was sweet, and thoughtful, and utterlyenraging. Because now, more than ever, I didn’t want to feel like a charity case.
Each box mocked me, reminding me of the gap between us. Of how poor I was in comparison to him. Of the tattered shoe I’d left behind the day of the ball.
I may be Cinderella, but Zachary Sun is not my Prince Charming.
Without further ado, I began collecting the shoe boxes and hurling them out the window.
Zachary Sun could buy his way into most places.
But not into my heart.
