**Chapter 22: A Surprising Gesture**
I came home from my shopping spree feeling a mix of excitement and relief, my new clothes hanging in bags on my arms. As I approached my front door, I noticed a beautiful vase filled with flowers sitting on my porch. A small note was sticking out, fluttering gently in the breeze.
Curiosity bubbled up inside me as I picked up the flowers, feeling their weight in my hands. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, setting the bouquet on the counter. I hesitated, deciding to put my new clothes away before I read the note. Who could this be from? Samuel? Anthony?
No, not Samuel. He was a coward and probably wouldn't be talking to me anymore. Maybe Anthony? I had been kind of harsh the other day, and he hadn't said any of those things I yelled at him for. A wave of guilt washed over me at the thought of how I had treated him. But before I finished putting my new clothes away, I found myself drawn back to the kitchen to read the note.
"Christa,
I am so sorry if I've made you feel anything less than someone who deserves to be taken care of. At no point did I want you to feel like my dirty secret. I think you are amazing; aside from being incredibly beautiful, you are smart and funny and a joy to be around. I am sorry I didn't see you the other day; I would love the opportunity to explain why. Text me if you want.
— Anthony"
The guilt I had felt moments ago doubled, crashing over me like a tide. I had been a real jerk, taking out all my anger from Samuel on Anthony. He didn't deserve that. I owed him the chance to explain why he had been conspicuously absent that day.
I glanced over at the bouquet again, taking in the vibrant colors and intricate blooms. They were gorgeous, and I couldn't help but smile a little at the thought of him bringing them to my door—dark and dangerous-looking but carrying a bouquet of flowers. It was endearing, maybe even cute.
With the note still in my hand, I felt a shift inside me. Maybe I could reach out to Anthony, allow him the chance to clarify things. It would be nice to talk to someone who seemed to care, even if I had pushed him away.
As I stood there, surrounded by flowers and my new clothes, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe things could get better.
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