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“Oh, sweetheart, you should. I didn’t want to interfere because Lord only knows I’ve done enough of that already. But he sent you something.”
“He did?” That has my attention.
A knowing smile twinkles in her eyes. “Give me one minute.”
Mom disappears and I grab my cell, re-reading all of Ace’s messages. I can practically feel his desperation in every word. But he broke my trust.
He broke part of us.
And I’m not sure I can just forgive him.
Not this time.
Even if it makes me stubborn and foolish.
His last text is the hardest to read.
Ace: If you want space, I’ll give it to you... but I’ll never stop loving you Remi, ever. I can’t.
Mom reappears with a big box in her hands, and I quickly switch off my cell.
“Calling someone?” she teases, and I scrunch my nose up at her.
“No one important.” The lie sours on my tongue.
Ace isn’t important, he’s... everything.
But my emotions are all wired wrong. The hurt and pain of my past are inexplicably woven in the love I have for him.
It’s very confusing.
“I haven’t opened it.” Mom settles the box on the bed, pulling me from my thoughts.
With shaky hands, I lift off the lid and dig through the layers of tissue paper.
“Oh my gosh,” Mom breathes as my fingers meet lace, and I gently remove the dress from the box.
“A dress. He got me a dress.”
“Not just any dress, sweetheart. That is one perfect dress.”
She’s not wrong. I gingerly climb off the bed and move over to the mirror, holding the dress up against my body. It’s a black skater dress with a lace hem and matching lace Bardot bodice and off the shoulder sleeves.
It’s perfect. Pretty but not too feminine. It’s exactly the type of dress I’d pick for myself if I had to.
“Now if that isn’t a sign of a boy in love, I don’t know what is.” She reaches over to pick up the note inside the box and I pluck it out of her hand.
Every girl should get one perfect dance.
Come to Homecoming with me Remi, and I’ll explain everything, I promise.
It’s you and me baby, always.
A xo
Damn him.
Damn Ace and his persistent texts and beautiful gifts and heartfelt notes. He isn’t playing fair. Chipping away at my resolve until he thinks I’ll crack.
