Twenty
“Happy birthday, beautiful.”
Gavin stood in the hallway, a fragrant bouquet of pure white roses in his hand and a beaming grin on his face.
“Thank you,” I said, taking the flowers and inhaling their heavy scent. “They’re gorgeous. But where will I—”
“Already taken care of.” From behind his back, Gavin produced a gilded vase covered in floating cherubs and swirling ivy. “This hotel has everything.”
Stepping past me, Gavin set the vase on the dresser and took the bouquet from me to set the flowers in a simple arrangement that coordinated perfectly with the room. If luxury was in the details, Hotel della Regina defined the term.
I took one last moment while Gavin’s attention was on the flowers to check my appearance. For this very special day, one that would run nonstop from a mo
