**Rosalie’s POV

The flowers Ethan had brought me remained on my lap. Though I considered pushing them off onto the floor, I didn’t. They were beautiful and innocent, and they deserved to be treated better.

I sighed. I bundled them into a bouquet and placed them on the table along with the necklace. The simple decoration immediately brightened the room.

I heard a discussion at the door of my tent that got my attention. Georgia’s voice boomed above those of the ...