Julian slowly turns his body away from the front desk and faces Dahlia and me. “Since when does Lorenzo care about your car?” “He saw me struggling with it and came over to help,” I answer. My sister rubs her forehead in confusion. “Which led to him sending it to the mechanic without you knowing?” “Yes. It’s a sweet thought, right?” Her mouth presses into a flat line, as if to say No. “What was he doing at Rose & Thorn anyway?” She switches up her interrogation, and I scramble to keep up. “He comes by every week to pick up his flowers.” “What flowers?” I look down at my shoes. “The two
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