Chapter twenty seven: Tangled with the Harringtons’

Arya’s POV

If I hadn’t pinched myself I would have thought I was still dreaming on the jet but I wasn’t, this was real. There was an actual truck load, scratch that. There was two truck loads of flowers on my door step, porch, lawn, literally everywhere making it almost impossible for me to recognize my apartment. I stared on in a daze, the flowers were fresh and beautiful, it was a mixture of red and pink roses. Luckily, there weren’t many people outside but the few that passed gave me a weird look, like I was a lunatic for having so many flowers when I wasn’t a florist and even if I was this was on an extreme level.

“Who sent these?” I curiously asked no one, but then my gaze rested on a note tugging the flowers on the door. “Stop being sad, Kitty” read the note and I almost passed out. There wasn’t any room for me to doubt if it really came from Nicklaus, seeing how he wrote the note, I’m pretty sure it’s from him. Zero emotion, zero remorse, zero everything.

“Is this supposed to