#Chapter 49: Whiplash

Tessa

I stared down at the rose in my hand, unsure of what it was supposed to represent. It was a beautiful flower, but the red color also left my head reeling. Was it an apology? A romantic gesture? An attempt at taking back what he’d said?

And then Gideon told me to get ready for dinner, and my confusion only deepened.

My lips parted to protest, or at least ask why, but the words never came. He