One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
"Regardless, it wasn’t meant as a romantic gesture.”
“They look pretty romantic to me,” Emily replied, slightly awed as she lowered her face to smell the beautiful blooms.
“If Jack Dandy wanted to woo me, that arrangement would have a personality of its own—one that complemented mine. Roses are just his way of saying hello.”
Emily sighed. “I wish someone would say hello to me.”
Oh, fuck off, book. She knows damn well that this isn't only a romantic gesture, but also done to dick with Griffin.