(ARIELLE'S POV)
After having lunch, Ashley and I engaged in a conversation. While at it, a knock sounded on the door.
“Who's it?” I asked, looking in its direction.
“Receptionist,” a voice replied.
Ashley and I exchanged glances before I responded, “come in.”
The receptionist walked in, holding two bags. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what her mission in the room was.
But before I could ask, she said, “These are for you, ma'am.”
Confusion formed a cloud on my face. “For me? I think you might be mistaken because I don't remember ordering for something.” And then I turned to Ashley, “Did you make an order?”
“Of course not.”
“It's for you, Ma,” the lady insisted.
But I was still not convinced, as my eyes darted from the lady, to the bag, to Ashley. Noticing my reluctance, Ashley beckoned to the lady to bring the bags over. As she handed them to Ashley, I noticed a card pinned to one of the bags.
Ashley's eyes widened as she read the card, and immediately stretched it out to me. “Arielle, it's indeed for you.”
My frown deepened, and I accepted the card. On perusing, I realized it was from Jared. Swiftly, I put the card away, and I turned to the receptionist, my voice firm. “Didn't I say I didn't want to see him? How come I have a package from him?”
The receptionist shifted uncomfortably on one foot. “I denied him access, but he insisted I give you the bags.”
I paused, my mind contemplating. I didn't want anything from Jared, especially not now. “Do you need the bags?” I asked the receptionist.
She looked taken aback. “No, I…mean, why would I?”
“I don't want them,” I said, my voice growing firmer. “You can have them if you'd like. Otherwise, they're going in the trash.”
The lady looked surprised, and then conflicted. But she finally nodded, “I'll take them.”
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