LOGAN BLACKSTONE
As I opened my eyes that morning, I found Scarlett already gazing at me. It didn’t feel odd. My mind was consumed with concern for her well-being. All I wanted was to ensure she was alright.
I hadn’t gotten much rest. Most of the night was spent watching her sleep peacefully. At one point, I rose to check the closet for any items her family might have sent. To my surprise, there were only a few pieces of clothing. I couldn’t help but wonder why Scarlett’s family had provided so little.
Scarlett is a kind-hearted woman, but she’s incredibly headstrong. She even insisted on keeping that awful lingerie. I had dispatched my advisor to gather everything she might need, aiming to have it all neatly arranged in her closet before the sun came up.
I was determined that Scarlett
