"KAREN who sent this?" I call as I notice the bouquet of roses on my table.

"Ah, I don't even know, but I guess I didn't read that message," she said as she glanced at the open door.

"Okay thank you!"

I opened the letter and read it poorly.

"For you my Lady!"

I frowned and thought for a moment. Suddenly I was so nervous when I realized who could send me flowers.

I sat down in the swivel chair after squeezing my senses. At the same time, the phone rang on my desk.

"Yes, Karen?" My answer.

"It's Franco Fuentanilla," she said on the other line.

My heart skipped...