Chapter 97

She turned her head slightly, trying to read Lucas’s expression, but his gaze stayed locked ahead, completely giving nothing away. Then the “Big Bad Wolf” mascot stretched out both hands holding a bouquet, next to it was a card that simply said, "Sorry." The handwriting was a mess, but she knew it had to be from Matthew. She’d seen that wild scribble on company files before. Everything happening felt too surreal, like her brain refused to process it—so much so she just stood there, not daring to take the flowers. Was the person inside that ridiculous costume, handing her roses, apologizing with giant balloons and screens, seriously the same cold-blooded, temperamental Matthew? No way. That’s gotta be her imagination messing with her. "Serena, girl, you still daydreaming after dark?" "Well? Gonna take it or not? My arms are dying here!" Wait a sec—was that voice...? Serena leaned forward a little, squinting through the eye-holes of the costume, trying to see if it was actually that icy,