This chapter is dedicated to AvidReader63. Super grateful. Thanks for the golden ticket.
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Harlow woke to the familiar sight of flowers scattered around her room. They were everywhere, on the nightstand, the windowsill, even the floor. Alanis, again. She should have told him one jar was enough, but curiosity kept her silent. She wanted to see how long he'd keep it up. Would it last forever?
She scoffed at herself. 'How much more foolish can you be?' She should be thinking of getting her revenge on him, not spending an eternity with him.
With a sigh, she pushed off the covers, slipping her feet into her slippers. Just as she made her way toward the bathroom, a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in," she called, already guessing it was one of the maids.
The doorknob turned, and a young girl stepped inside, bowing respectfully.
"Good morning, Miss Harlow."