**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 quite disappointed.

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

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

“She is resting in her bedroom,” Seraphine replied as she ...