Chapter 3

My first thought was, it must be a coincidence.

Growing up, I was never considered pretty in class. I always wore thick glasses and had an introverted, quiet personality.

I never knew how to respond when others tried to talk to me.

So, no boy had ever sent me a love letter.

I held the letter, feeling a little flustered.

But Lexie was already urging me. “Summer, open it quickly!”

“That’s not right…”

After all, it was someone else’s property.

Especially something as private as a love letter.

“But I worked so hard to find it, and it cost me a whole week’s allowance!”

Kids are impatient. She snatched the letter from my hand and ripped it open in two swift motions.

Then she shoved it back into my hand. “Summer, read it to me.”

“My classmate said he got it from his Uncle Alex’s treasure chest, and it’s full of good stuff, so this must be good too.”

I was about to refuse, but my gaze caught the signature at the end of the letter.

The handwriting was neat and elegant—Liam Scott.

It was like a lightning bolt striking my mind.

I stood frozen for several seconds before my gaze stiffly moved upward to the contents of the letter:

[Summer, this is our third year as deskmates…]

I slapped my hand over the letter, my face turning crimson, feeling like it was about to explode.

My sister was still urging, “Summer, read it! I want to hear it too!”