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“I like to think I’m a genuine person, but if he doesn’t want that…” I throw my hands in the air. “Can’t do much for him.”
We’re scrolling down the retailer’s website and finding more super cute purses when we hear a knock.
“I’ll get it.” I rise from the couch and open the door to find a man in a delivery uniform. “Hi.”
He looks down at his clipboard in one hand. In his other hand, he clutches a pristine white box. “Are you Kiera Young?”
“That’s me.”
He hands me the clipboard. “Can you sign here?”
I nod and add my signature to the line he indicates. When I hand him back the clipboard, he sets the white box in my hands. The lettering on top says MANOLOBLAHNIK.
“Have a good day, ma’am.” Then the delivery guy walks away with a whistle before I can lift my jaw off the floor.
“What is it?” Kami yells from across the room, jerking me back to reality.
I shut the door and return to the living room.
When Kami sees the box I’m clutching, her eyes go wide as saucers. “Is that…”
“Yeah. A pair of Manolo Blahniks.”
She gapes even more. “Who are they from?”
“I have no idea.”
We stare at the shoebox in awe for a long moment. I’ve never owned anything this extravagant in my life.
Kami glances between the box and me a couple of times, frowning. “You’re going to open it, right?”
“Oh, right.” My fingers aren’t quite steady as I lift the lid.
Inside are the most gorgeous pair of stylish heels I’ve ever seen. Decorated with a dark crystal buckle, they’re black-lace, almond-toe stilettos. If shoes were a god, these are precisely what I’d worship.
I lift one heel from the box as though it’s the most fragile thing in the world while holding my breath.
“Oh, my god. Those are gorgeous, girl,” Kami breathes. “They’resoyou.”
“Totally,” I breathe. “Whoever sent them knows me well.”
“And you didn’t buy them for yourself?”
“With what money?”
Kami’s frown deepens. “Is there a card or message inside?”
I scramble through the tissue paper in the box until I come across a note tucked underneath the other shoe.
I remembered how much you wanted a pair of nice heels. I hope you enjoy these. I’m sorry if I upset you. I hope you can forgive me.
J
Tears sting my eyes. “They’re from Jonathan.”
“Oh, honey.” She hugs me while scanning the message herself. “How do you feel?”
“It’s bittersweet. He apologized for upsetting me. That’s something. But I don’t know if he actually understands why I cried.” I shrug. “We may never be more than boss-assistant again, but at least he’s trying to mend fences.”
