CHAPTER THIRTY SIX: Roses and Tulips

Nova POV

The following morning, I woke up to a knock. Groggy, I shuffled to the door, hair a mess, brain still fogged with fragments of last night. When I opened it, my vision cleared and instantly regretted it.

A tsunami of flowers blocked the entire hallway. Bouquets stacked on bouquets, roses and tulips spilling over in impossible colors, lilies standing like sentries, orchids draping down in delicate cascades. The whole thing looked like a wedding had ...