[Apple]
The next morning, I wake to find Sylvester gone. My heart jumps until my mind clears from the fog of the night before and I notice a tray next to the bed with a covered plate and a single red rose in a tall crystal vase.
The note next to the tray says, “I’ll be back this afternoon. Enjoy yourself. I’ll meet you for lunch.” Beneath the note is a platinum card with his name engraved in bold letters.
Below his name is my own, although not quite my own. The card reads:
“Alpha Sylvester S. Sterling. Luna Apple B. LeRoux Sterling.”
“Cheeky wolf,” I smirk. “When did he have this made? Awfully presumptuous. We aren’t even married.”
“Yet,” the voice in the back of my head adds.
My heart flips with nervous joy.
He wants to keep me. He must have planned that dress to be part of hi
