Juliette POV
The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden hue. I stirred awake to the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft footsteps. Before I could fully sit up, the door creaked open, revealing Harrison holding a tray of breakfast and a bouquet of lavender and roses.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice warm but tentative.
I blinked at him, surprised. “Harrison, what is this? What are you doing?”
“A peace offering,” he said, stepping closer. He placed the tray on my lap—a delicate spread of croissants, fruit, and my favorite coffee blend. “And maybe an apology.”
“For what exactly?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.
“For everything.” He exhaled, his expression somber. “Juliette, I know I’ve made mistakes. I’ve h
