Austin wanted drama, something interesting to get people talking, but it backfired on him and now he ran away, impressing no one—especially not his idol.
With the investment pulled out, Irene doesn’t have the winning money. She told everyone she’d figure out the logistics and get back to us. Then we were free to go.
Despite hating abrupt endings and having to say goodbye to Hina and Kat—who tell me they’ll visit me—we part ways.
Dean and I flew back together, and it was the end.
At least I can check love off my bucket list.
I haven’t answered any messages from mom, Nadine, or Rosa. I’ll talk to them soon, but I need a minute to reconvene everything. Telling them about Dean’s life isn’t my business and when it comes down to it, I’ll defend him no matter what.
Rivera’s Roses hasn’t been the most booming floral business in Toronto, but I have a few loyal customers. One who likes to order assortments of my favourite florals every month. They live in Calgary and leave hefty tips each time. I’m getting back to them because they haven’t placed an order since I left for the show, which I didn’t expect.
Making sure they’re alive and all that, you know.
A ping comes from my phone.
My Man
How are you, my love?
Better now that you’ve texted.
My Man
I can leave work for you.
And forget how to be a provider? Absolutely not.
My Man
I’ll take up being a better lover.
How would I ever getanything done?
My Man
You wouldn’t.
My cheeks burn.
“Hello!” My door bangs multiple times. Someone taps against it like a drum. “It’s me,” they bellow out the chorus of Adele’s famous song.
I roll my eyes. I don’t need a peephole to know which pervs came to see me.
When I hold the door open, Azar pushes Sunny to the side and engulfs me in a hug, lifting me off the ground, and making me dizzy by twirling me around.
“We’re going to be in-laws!”
“You deranged gnome, put her down!” Sunny slaps him on the head.
He drops me, glaring at Sunny and rubs the spot she hit him.
Then Sunny runs to me while screaming. We’re jumping in a circle, hugging, and then Azar joins us.
I’m laughing, they’re laughing.
When we stop, Azar runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He walks over to my kitchen, cupping water in palms and drinking from it.
