ORLANDA stood frozen at the spot where she was standing, the soft sunlight streaming through the large windows bathing her in a warm glow. Her heart raced as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She had been so engrossed in arranging the flowers that she hadn’t even heard Oswald enter the room. When she finally looked up and saw him standing there, her breath had caught in her throat.
She had braced herself for the worst. After all, Oswald Escobar was known for his unpredictable temper and icy demeanor. The last time they had crossed paths, which was just that morning, his anger had been palpable, leaving her feeling small and terrified.
She had fully expected him to lash out at her for daring to take such a liberty as arranging flowers in his home, without first seeking h
