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.

much better, and was playing with Snowfluff in the

to let it be, and just as I started to head back to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch

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

I notice how long my hair had grown. It was around my

I’d always preferred to have it cropped to my shoulders. Macy once made a joke about it, saying that I could use my short hair to turn down love confessions. All I had to do was tell the person to wait till my hair grew to my waist and

would get the message

the thought of the past. What might seem silly for that instance had turned into a heart-warming memory that could

took, what was yours would always

tap… That must

hair. To my surprise, it wasn’t her but

and everything went

we quarrel last

I could see his gentle eyes observing my every braid through the mirror.

kept on with my business. But there’s a limit to my hair length, meaning I had to

chose silence, and

Huh!

before I could ask my question, Ashton put out

my, it totally slipped my mind!

He never had to give in since he’d been treated like a king his whole life, so I had to

took out the hairband,

to the company?” I rubbed

I wasn’t really in the mood for it.

He tried to butter me up in a childlike

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