*Rose*

“Where are we going?” I ask Reece as he leads me up yet another flight of stairs. This is the third or fourth. I’ve lost count.

“I told you, darlin’, it’s a surprise,” he says, and I hear the humor in his voice.

I keep walking, even though I’m starting to grow a little weary of climbing, especially in the heels that Vienna laid out for me. I’m wearing a dress with a wide skirt and lots of layers, too, so that doesn’t make it any easier to go up ...