Chapter 171

My eyes immediately narrow.

Roman?

I step closer to the bouquet, already feeling the tension in my chest. It can’t be Roman. He hasn’t sent me flowers in years—our relationship had never been the romantic, spontaneous kind. I pull the small note attached to the bouquet. The handwriting is neat but not familiar. My heart does a weird little flip as I read.

“Glad we’re back on, fake girlfriend. You’