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Amelia Harper never thought she’d fall in love with a stalker—especially not one as awkward and hopelessly bad at flirting as Oliver. But life has a funny way of turning the creepy into the cute.

Between imaginary cats giving terrible dating advice, best friends with no filter, and a boy who watches her like she’s his entire world (in the least serial-killer way possible), Amelia’s love story is anything but ordinary.

As their clumsy romance unfolds—filled with hilarious misunderstandings, heart-fluttering moments, and an undeniable connection—Amelia realizes that love isn’t about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s found in quiet glances, accidental confessions, and the boy who’s been there all along.

But love isn’t a fairytale, and growing up means learning when to hold on… and when to let go.

A rom-com filled with laughter, love, and a little bit of magic—because sometimes, the best love stories begin in the shadows.

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Amelia was not thinking about flowers. Definitely not.

But when she opened her locker and found a small bouquet of daisies tucked neatly inside, she nearly dropped her books.

"Oh. My. God." Lena materialized beside her, eyes locked on the flowers like a detective examining evidence. "Did Oliver—?"

"I don't know!" Amelia whispered, snatching the bouquet and looking around like she was handling stolen goods.

There was no note, no obvious sign of who had left them. Just soft white petals and a ridiculously pleasant scent that made her chest feel warm.

Lena grinned. "This is so romantic."

"It could be from anyone," Amelia argued.

"Yeah, because you have so many secret admirers."

Lena poked at the flowers. "Okay, but if Oliver did leave them, what would you do?"

"I—I don't know!" Amelia groaned, hugging the bouquet to her chest. "Pretend they don't exist? Die of secondhand embarrassment? Move to another country?"

Lena laughed. "Or, you know… maybe just thank him?"

Amelia sighed. "You make it sound so easy."

Lena smirked. "Because it is, dummy."

Amelia spent the rest of the day trying to solve the mystery.

He was acting… normal. No guilty glances. No nervous fidgeting. Just regular, awkward, slightly adorable Oliver.

By the time lunch rolled around, she still hadn't figured out how to casually bring up Hey, did you secretly leave me flowers? without sounding like a crazy person.

But then fate (or Lena) intervened.

"Hey, Oliver," Lena called across the cafeteria, completely ignoring Amelia's frantic don't you dare expression. "Amelia got flowers today. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Oliver choked on his drink. "What?"

Lena leaned forward, looking way too smug. "Daisies. Cute, thoughtful, romantic daisies. Ringing any bells?"

Oliver's face turned red. "Uh—um—" He glanced at Amelia, panicked. "I—I mean—"

Amelia, in full-on crisis mode, blurted, "It was probably a prank! Or maybe a mistake! Ha! Haha! Flowers? Pfft. Who even likes flowers? Not me!"

Lena gave her a look that said you're the worst liar on the planet.

Oliver looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "…What if it was me?"

The cafeteria noise seemed to fade.

Amelia stared at him, heart pounding. "W-what?"

He hesitated, then met her gaze. "What if I did leave them?"

Oliver looked nervous, but also—hopeful?

Amelia gripped the bouquet tighter. "Then… I'd say… thank you."

His shoulders relaxed. "…Oh. That's… good."

Lena sighed dramatically. "Okay, I cannot handle you two idiots anymore. Just go on a date already."

Oliver nearly fell out of his chair. Amelia covered her face.

This was not how she planned to solve this mystery.

And yet, holding the flowers, seeing Oliver's shy but happy smile…

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