Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Ashton didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Scarlett.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Ashton hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Ashton had hired her to take care of Summer.

gotten much better, and was

let it be, and just as I started to head back to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch is ready. Would you like me to send

worry about it. I’ll be right down.” And I trod

I sat at my dresser, and only then did I notice how long my

it, saying that I could use my short hair to turn down love confessions. All I had to

would get the

might seem silly for that instance had turned into a heart-warming memory

lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands. On the contrary, despite persistent efforts, you’d eventually lose what

That must be

while braiding my hair. To

I swiveled back, and

quarrel

eyes observing my every braid through the

my business. But there’s

silence, and so did

Huh!

I could ask my question, Ashton put out his. “We’re going to

my mind! We spoke about this

in since he’d been treated like a king his whole

the drawer as I took out the hairband, and

to the company?” I rubbed my lips

wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d take time to remove it.

are so pretty!” He tried to butter me

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