Celia paused and asked, “what ways?”
You posted about it,” he said. “And I saw it when I entered your page on i********:?”
Celia blinks, caught off guard. She had mentioned the book once in a late-night post, thinking no one really cared. The fact that he not only saw it but got it for her made her heart stutter.
She glances down at the book, running her fingers over the cover. “You didn’t have to do this.”
Rafael shrugs. “I had to.” His gaze lingers on her for a moment before he turns away. “Come on, I will show you something else.”
He leads her outside to a private garden, quiet and peaceful, with fairy lights strung along the hedges. The scent of fresh flowers fills the air. “This is my favorite part of the house,” he admits.
For the first time since meeting him, Celia f
