“Coming!” I call, hopping up.
She is holding a smallish box, her expression suspicious.
“What is this?” she asks, peering at it as if it might explode.
“I have no clue,” I tell her honestly as I try to figure out what this could be.
I don’t remember ordering anything, though who knows what might have arrived by mistake.
I love a little mystery.
“I’m going to open this privately,” I say, scooping it up. “I don’t want you hovering over me while I admire… whatever this is.” I close the door behind me and set the box on my bed.
I tear at the paper carefully, and inside lies a note in familiar handwriting:
Dear Tilly,
I saw this and immediately thought of you. I’ve seen you reading this
book at least ten times since I met you, and I knew this was the perfect gift.
Hope you enjoy reorganizing your bookshelf just so this book fits in your collection.
-Luca
I gasp, a sound that echoes embarrassingly around the room.
My hands shake slightly as I peel away the wrapping paper.
The book is a special, signed edition ofTo All The Boys I’ve Loved Beforeby Jenny Han.
A special, SIGNED, copy.
As Jenny Han signed this book, the cover is pretty.
My hands linger on the cover.
It’s a hardback, a soft pink, with silver lettering that shimmers when it catches the light. The edges of the pages have a dark pink gilding and beautiful letters painted on them.
Just looking at it makes my chest squeeze in the happiest kind of ache.
I have loved this book for as long as I can remember. It isn’t just the story — it’s the way it makes me feel, the bittersweet honesty, and the silly way Lara Jean thinks that makes it so relatable.
Every time I read it, I feel understood in a way reality rarely manages.
Rarely slash never because Lara is so real in a fictional way.
That makes no sense.
This edition makes it feel like the universe has paused just for me.
I grab my phone, heart racing, hands trembling like I just discovered treasure.
Luca picks up on the first ring, of course — the man has a sixth sense for my call, apparently.
“Thank you,” I say immediately, my grin threatening to split my face in two.
“Did my gift arrive?” His voice is warm.
