It was late & Steve still wasn't home, but that wasn't unusual for the mafia don. You were in the penthouse library, going over the seating chart for the wedding. Planning the wedding was consuming your life at that point.

When Steve finally came home, he knew just where to find you. "Still at it?" he asked with a small smile when he walked into the library. "It's never going to be right." You sighed, moving little name tags around the board, trying to find just the right arrangement. Steve chuckled softly, his eyes finding the bouquet of roses sitting in a vase on the side table next to the couch.

Roses he hadn't sent you...

Steve walked over to the bouquet, pulling out the card. His eyes narrowed & he looked at you. "Who is Grant?" he asked, watching you mull over the seating chart. "My ex boyfriend." You answered, focused on your task.

"Your ex boyfriend?" Steve clarified. "Yes." You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip as you swapped names on the seating chart. "Why is your ex boyfriend sending you roses & love notes?" Steve's voice took on a rough edge, despite his effort to remain calm until you explained yourself.

"It's not a love note." You looked away from the seating chart to Steve. "It damn well looks like one to me." He growled, holding up the note. "What does he mean by 'change your mind'?"

"I told him about our engagement a few months ago. He showed up in New York & implied he'd be open to giving our relationship another shot. I declined, he left. The end." You told Steve matter-of-factly, walking over to him to take the note from his hand. "Obviously not the end. Given this... lovely bouquet he sent you." he growled, gesturing at the roses.

"It's just flowers. They're harmless." You argued with a sigh, dropping the note onto the table. "Some f*cker is sending you flowers & you wanna tell me it's harmless?" Steve growled, picking up the card again. "'Thought of you at midnight, hope you're doing well. Love, Grant.' It doesn't take a genius to know what he was doing while thinking of you."