Chapter 63

He comes over to stand in front of me, and pulls a gold box from his pocket.

“Enjoy.” He tosses it on my desk, tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and saunters out.

My mouth is basically on the fucking floor.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, open it,” Miranda chokes out, grabbing the box and practically shoving it into my arms. Everyone in class is definitely staring at me now, even Ms. Felton. “I mean, I pretty much hate the guy, but … Tristan Vanderbilt does not fall for girls. Ever. You’re like, the second coming of Lizzie.” I give her a please shut up look, and crack the box open.

There’s a white gold diamond necklace inside with a pair of roses on it. “What …” I start as Miranda gags next to me, fluttering her hands in my direction.

“I know this necklace. I saw it at Neiman Marcus. I almost bought it.” When I just sit there staring at it, she takes it from me and puts it around my neck.

“How much is this worth?” I ask, feeling li