Two Years Earlier - December   One of the greatest nights of Aspen’s life began with her first ever bouquet.   She hadn’t had the slightest idea of what her first anniversary with JB would consist of; at his insistence the entire night had been left in his hands, and beyond her knowledge. She hadn’t even been able to dress herself; early that afternoon Mark and Yugyeom popped up at her house with a bag from some boutique in hand, containing a beautifully colorful blouse, and black pants (JB knew she wouldn’t dare wear a dress). JB had clearly gone the extra mile for her and she tried to do the same for him, taking extra time on her hair and makeup. She was miraculously ready when the time came for him to pick her up, but wasn’t ready for the bouquet of long stemmed red and white roses that he had prepared for her; she avoided his and her mother’s gazes out of sheer bashfulness as she hurried away to put the flowers in water before they left. Her efforts to get ready weren’t in vain; his eyebrows had risen as he laid eyes on her, and she could see his ears turning redder by the second. She was lucky that her own ears couldn’t give her away; the sight of him in a black button down and dress pants, his hair pushed out of his gorgeous face, was enough to send her into cardiac arrest.   “You look amazing,” JB told her, once they were in the privacy of his car. Aspen looked downward, fussing with the bracelets on her arm.   “I just put on what you bought for me…”   “Nope, you’re not allowed to do that tonight.” Aspen paused, frowning curiously.   “What?”   “Disagree with anything that I say.” Aspen’s frown became a smirk, and she shook her head.   “I’m just saying…”   “Yeah well, don’t,” JB responded pleasantly, taking her hand in his and interlacing their fingers. “Not today; I’ll take that as my gift.”   “Alright, alright…” To her surprise he took her to Scarpetta, in the Fontainebleau of all places; Aspen felt like an imposter just walking through the hotel lobby but JB exuded confidence as he led her through by the hand, again catching the eyes of several women that he passed. Aspen caught their eyes, too; she watched their expressions go from attraction to perplexity and disdain almost immediately.   He had made a reservation for them, and they were given a table at the center of the restaurant, where the light was best and they had a view of everything.   “I know you like Italian fo