Soren’s POV

Striding up to Rosalie’s home, I knocked twice and smiled. When I saw it was Seraphine who opened the door, I was a little disappointed.

I had been expecting Rosalie. But knowing her, she was probably busy preparing dinner, as she usually did at this time of day.

“Afternoon, Seraphine. Where’s Rosalie?” I inquired, stepping into the house and peering around for her beautiful face.

“She’s resting in her bedroom,” Seraphine replied, taking the flowers from my hand and ...