Chapter 41: Transformation
ARIEL'S POV
I swallowed a lump, feeling my heart misbehave as I watched Ravenna take out the two medium-sized paintings.
One was of a sophisticated-looking lady in a red gown, standing in a garden of roses, gently touching the flowers. She looked… content. I had fallen in love with the portrait at first glance because I loved roses. But when I saw him buy it, I was confused—most of the ones in his room had darker themes.
After I heard about his bride, I was certain she was the reason he got it. Maybe he wanted to add some warmth to the room they’d probably be sharing. I never imagined it was for me.
My eyes drifted to the flower vase on the table beside my bed—filled with water, roses, and daisies. He’d sent them the day he caught me watching his garden. I
