Silas tightened his arms around her as he spoke as if fearing she might escape him.

A warm blush crept up Rose's chest, a pleasant tingle settling in her heart. Her voice dipped to a playful whisper, more of a tease than a scold. "Well, at least you know you're being sneaky."

"Rosie." Silas couldn't tear his gaze away. A captivating blush painted Rose's pale face as he murmured, "Well, you're just as cunning. You're the sneak who's stolen my heart."

Rose found herself at a loss for words.

She remembered listening to Alyssa chatter about her family and Silas. He had such a handsome face. Yet, he was so dense and cheesy that it raised concerns for him.

It seemed Alyssa was right.

Silas noticed her sudden silence and fell into a surge of panic. He turned her to face him. "Are you still upset with me?"

"Silas Taylor."

Silas' panic intensified at the sound of Rose addressing him by his full name. Unconsciously, he swallowed hard.

and cause trouble. I have no peace. I

she was tearing a piece of her heart away with each word uttered. "You deserve

continued, "There are plenty of reasons why you might feel this way about me, and perhaps one of them is because

trouble. You come from a good place, and even if you don't need someone of equal

Today was just a glimpse, a mere whisper of the

of a renowned designer, Rose harbored a wellspring of bitterness and insecurity. Her extravagant creations were a carefully crafted facade,

life without roots. She could never bring herself to proclaim her

qualities or the depth of his love, a relentless sense of unworthiness gnawed

where Silas' feelings waned or a future where their

inevitable heartbreak, she would rather not start it at

known about your background for quite

a thing. I see you, all of you. And I still want you in

"Silas, is

real you!" Silas

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