SABRINA
Seth patiently awaited my company in the garden to avert any chance encounters with my daughter. Despite catching Rose murmuring his name a few times in the past, I chose the path of selective hearing, optimistic that with time, she would naturally let go of any lingering sentiments.
Unperturbed by my still-clad-in-pajamas state, I casually joined Seth in the garden. At the sight of my approach, he promptly rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping over my attire. "Why are you still in your pajamas?" he inquired, curiosity laced in his tone.
Nonchalantly crossing my arms, I tilted my head and met his scrutiny with an indifferent stare. "You need not have the right to discuss about my appearance," I deadpanned, prompting him to quickly avert his gaze. Letting out a resigned sigh, I mad
