CHAPTER SIX
I slipped back into the room and shut the door behind me. There was the dresser as he said, but all I could do was put my back against the entrance and take a deep breath.
“Easy there, Rose,” I scolded myself. “Don’t go all mushy just because a handsome, wealthy guy had some clothes made just for you. He had them made for whatever girl was going to be walking through that door.”
But that girl was you.
Curse you, brain. You weren’t supposed to be in cahoots with my heart.
I sighed and pushed off from the door. The dresser was nearly as tall as I was and had six drawers. I opened the second to the bottom and discovered a pair of soft pants. They weren’t made of silk, but they may as well have been with how they felt in my hands.
There was a wide assortment of attire
