Zehra stepped into her bedroom at her grandfather’s townhouse, her feet still aching from all of the wonderful dancing. But she sensed something was amiss and froze. Her bath had been drawn, yet she didn’t remember asking for one. She walked deeper into the room and saw red-and-orange-tipped petals floating in the water like a colorful blanket. She stared at it, shocked, and jumped when Lawrence stepped out from behind her changing screen. He placed a finger to his lips for silence. Smiling, she tiptoed over to him.
“How did you get in here?”
He nodded at her bedroom window, which was still open.
“My brother Lucien taught me the value of climbing trellises in my youth.”
“Oh? And was this to make it easier to seduce the young ladies?” she asked.
“In this case, one particular lady.” He
