Chapter Fifty Two.

Mirabelle's POV:

The bouquet on my desk was obnoxiously large, it had both roses and lilies arranged. I didn’t bother to check the card to know who they were from, but I read it anyway.

"To my beautiful Mirabelle. I’m sorry. Please let me explain. Love, Noah."

A sigh escaped me. Love. The word us...

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