Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Ashton didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Scarlett.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Ashton hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Ashton had hired her to take care of Summer.

better, and was playing

and just as I started to head back to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch

worry about it. I’ll be right down.” And I trod back to

my dresser, and only then did I notice how long my hair had grown. It was around my waist

hair to turn down love confessions. All I had to do was tell the person to

would get the message sooner

might seem silly for that instance had turned into a heart-warming memory

its own peculiar ways. No matter the twists and turns our lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands. On the contrary,

tap… That

To my surprise, it wasn’t her

and everything went half

we quarrel last

I could see his gentle eyes observing my every braid through the mirror. There wasn’t a

business. But there’s

chose silence, and

Huh!

could ask my question, Ashton put out his. “We’re going to visit Hannah later.

slipped my mind! We spoke about this last

He never had to give in since he’d been treated like a king his whole life, so

the drawer as I took out

have to go to the company?” I

make-up as I wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d take time to remove it. A chapstick would

so pretty!” He tried to butter me up in a childlike

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