The Rose Refund Revenge
READING AGE 12+
Recipient deceased. Girlfriend passed unexpectedly. Please process quickly. That was the refund request Julian Cross sent at 7:02—after I hand-delivered ninety-nine red roses to his Harbor Ridge penthouse and hand-lettered the card. Ten minutes before his claim, the girlfriend posted a photo. She was laughing in a mirror, holding my roses. Tonight we meet his family, she wrote. The flowers were still in her arms. He thinks a florist will refund a love letter the same night it arrives. He thinks I'll let it go. He picked the wrong shop. I'm done being polite. I'm going to deliver something else—something that exposes every fake tear, every stolen refund, and every pretty lie he used to charm his way into the Ashford family. By the time I'm done, Julian Cross will learn exactly what happens when you make a florist your mark.
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The wreath was a terrible idea. I knew that when I made it, and I knew it when I carried it up to the penthouse, and I knew it when the video went wide and Julian Cross lost everything.
Sometimes terrible ideas are the only ones that work.
I kept the ribbon from the roses. It's in a drawer in my apartment, coiled in a small box, a……
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