Rebecca
One week later…
I stare at the package sitting on my kitchen counter like it's a live grenade. Small. Iconic. Wrapped in the unmistakable robin's-egg blue with a crisp white ribbon tied in a perfect bow.
A Tiffany's box.
"What the actual…" I murmur, cautiously sliding it closer.
I haven't ordered anything. Definitely cannot afford anything from Tiffany's with my teacher's salary. And unless Sarah decided to start sending luxury apology gifts for setting me up with people, that only leaves one possible sender.
Marcus.
My heart stutters.
I untie the ribbon slowly, my fingers betraying my cool exterior. The lid comes off with a soft pop, and inside—
I gasp and then laugh out loud.
Inside the box, nestled against the plush white satin, are a pair of earrings.
They are shaped like broccoli.
