Jasmine
Seth asked me to wait for him in the garden at the back of my parents’ mansion. So, I did. Which is funny, shouldn’t he be the one who is waiting for me? And why did I even agree to do it? Why am I letting him ordering me around like I was still a child? Although, in his defense, he didn’t order, he asked nicely. He looked at me with so much love in his eyes when doing it I couldn’t say no. I was lost in his green eyes. Right, love. Who am I kidding? This is Seth we’re talking about here. Lust is more like it. But love, for me? Nah.
Somehow, I don’t mind much. I love my parents’ garden. It’s elaborate and beautiful. My mother loves flowers, I suppose that is why she named me Jasmine. When she was pregnant with me, she couldn’t get enough of the sweet smell of Jasmine. It was funn
