CHLOE
After the debacle at the garden earlier in the morning, Adrian had me follow him around the house while he poked his head into rooms and kitchens, informing every servant he stumbled upon and who stopped long enough to listen to him that the gardens were off limits to any and every one that wasn’t him. Most of them nodded in obedience, but with the unmistakably impatient air of someone who had heard those same instruction time and time again. I had to fight back the urge to roll my eyes at him more than a handful of times.
But underneath all that peevishness and annoyance, simmered a large layer of guilt. Because underneath it all, I felt like the worst kind of scum for intruding on a place that obviously held so much melancholy and sentiment for him. that garden had belonged to hi
