-Andrew-

I stood in front of Rebecca’s door, a bouquet in my hand. I didn’t know what kind of flowers she liked, so I bought her pink roses.

Come to think of it, I knew nothing about my stepmother. We never really talked after my father passed away.

“Andrew?”

I was just about to knock when Rebecca opened the door. We were both surprised, but she looked more shocked than I was.

“Hey.” I gave a small smile and handed her the flowers.

“For me?” Rebecca looked confused as she took them.

I nodded, then observed her appearance. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yes—” She glanced down at her outfit. “Yes!”...