Chapter 125: Running Late

Vaughn’s POV

The florist took a little longer to make the corsages than I expected, but it was worth it. The final product was exactly what I was hoping for: something simple yet beautiful, made from locally-grown hibiscus flowers that smelled fragrant when worn.

I hurried down the street with five minutes to spare until six o’clock. The sun was beginning to descend toward the horizon, turning the