“There’s more,” Max says, gently removing the t-shirt from mygrip.
I pull out a medium-sized box about the height of a book and gently prise open the lid. Inside is a beautiful figurine of a blonde woman dressed in a white dress, snow at her feet. In her hand, she is holding three hearts made of ice. I turn her over carefully, admiring the detail and craftsmanship. Whether it is coincidence or not, she looks very much likeme.
“Our very own Ice Queen,” Max murmurs. I look at him, at the hope in his eyes, and I am left speechless. Max takes the figurine from my hands and places it gently on the table. “There should be one more present leftinside.”
At the bottom of the gift bag is a black velvet box. I pull it out gently, my heart hammering loudly in mychest.
“Open it,” Bryce says, a gentle smile curving hislips.
I flip the lid open, to find a delicate white-gold bracelet embedded with a row of sparkling diamonds. Nestled in the centre is a butterfly made out of blue topaz. My mouth pops open and I find that all capable speech has left me. I just sit staring at the beauty ofit.
“You should wear it,” Bryce says, getting up from his spot on the floor. He sits down next to me, takes the bracelet from the box and gently pulls at the edge of the butterfly’s wing so it unclips. The bracelet opens, and he slides it onto mywrist.
“Beautiful,” hesays.
“Thank you,” I murmur. “No-one has ever given me such thoughtful gifts.” A tear slips from my eye as Bryce pulls me into his arms, pressing a kiss against myhead.
“You deservethem.”
“You deserve so much more,” Max says, from behind. He gets up and I feel his arms wrap aroundme.
“And we want to give it to you,” Hudson says, kneeling at my feet. He moves closer and wraps his arms around me so that I am held between them all. In that moment I realise one simple fact: I am falling for the Freed brothers, fallinghard.