Things are back to normal.
Well, sort of.
It's been a week since Levi dropped me off. Dad gave me a mini lecture — the classic worried-dad mode. I borrowed his phone to call Aria and explain everything in half-hysterical whispers. She freaked out. Cried. Threatened to come over. I told her not to — not because I didn't want her there, but because I didn't know how to explain it twice without mentally combusting.
And then the goons came. Scary looking men showed up at our gate
Bodyguards? Henchmen? I don't know what to call them — they looked like they could skin me alive without blinking. They handed over a sleek paper bag containing my purse, a single flower with a small note — Mr. Walton's apologies — and a round box filled with a teddy bear and the most mouth-melting cookies I've ever tasted.
I didn't know whether to laugh or throw it out the window.
Still don't.
