Rose looked from the embossed card to the prodigious bouquet of roses. They were impeccable. Uniform in size and radiating outward covering her entire makeup area.
“Gavin Montgomery.” She recognized the name. Professional Quidditch player for the Magpies, he played beater. He was aggressive on the pitch and made the gossip columns almost every month as quite the womanizer, or so they wrote. She looked back at the flowers.
“That’s quite a gift for a choral dancer.” Olivia mentioned, unwrapping her shoes. “Who’s it from?”
“A fan.” Rose palmed the card.
Her fellow dancer looked at her skeptically. “A ‘fan’ doesn’t just send a hundred roses after a show. Not to a choral dancer at least. I’d say you have quite the admirer.”
“An admirer?” The thought of a premiere Quidditch player admiring her caused a small smile to creep across her face. “I think I like that idea. Don’t look at me like that, Liv.”
“Sorry.” Liv’s leg bounced as she wiped her makeup off her face. “It's just weird, do you even know who sent them?”
“Oh,” Rose wiped off her lipstick. “I’ve heard of him. He’s a popular athlete.” She scrunched her shoulders up at the thought. Gavin was handsome and incredibly attractive. Okay, he was hot. She didn’t know a single witch her age that didn’t think so. And he’d sent her flowers! She looked back up at Olivia. “I’ll be careful, I promise.”
Olivia didn’t understand. This was quite the big deal. To Gavin: Appreciative fan? Thank you for the gorgeous roses. Even my fellow choral dancers were jealous.