Clara's POV

When I shut the door against Damien I exhaled heavily before inhaling the scent of the roses once more,it smelled just the way I wanted it.

As I breathed in the rose's fragrance, memories of Damien's gentle smile and the way he carefully selected this particular flower for me flooded my mind. The soft petals felt like silk against my skin, and I couldn't help but wonder what had prompted him to give me this gift, despite the disappointment I gave him.

I walked over to the vase on ...