Avery's POV
I stared in astonishment at the neatly displayed lingerie nestled in the box. I genuinely couldn't think of anyone in this world who would send me such a thing.
Certainly not Ryan. Not after how things ended.
Gingerly, I lifted the lace up and held it to the light. The sheer fabric was a shimmering ultraviolet that shifted in shades of purple and blue.
It was very much not my color.
A piece of paper dislodged from the scrap of fabric and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up and unfolded it.
It was a note.
"Dear Avery," it read, in a familiar bubble-lettered script, "Everyone deserves a second chance. Maybe you'll get the guy this time. If you don't want to end up with a lonely life, maybe you should try harder? Xoxo ~ Zara"
What a b***h. I thought, but I'd said i
