Chapter 10
A Salvage Goodbye
Our guests left this morning, and the baron departed as well. Although it was nice to have a change of pace in the manor, and have others to talk to, it grew boring faster than I would have thought, and my yearning to be with Salvatore was becoming unbearable.
The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers cut through the soft scent of the morning's dewy grass as I rushed to the hothouse this morning.
Salvatore was working on snipping a delicate chrysanthemum with his shears with a deep frown marring his forehead.
I paused to admire him. This handsome, rugged man who has given me so much happiness for the last year. This man is incredible.
Each week we have for ourselves—ten days to be correct—when the baron is travelling, it gets to be more intense than the
