PART VI
Jaimee's lips curved into a smile as she inspected the rose she just cut from their flower garden. She removed the thorns from the beautiful flower and admired it once more.
Jaimee stood up and removed her thick gardening gloves, putting it down on a nearby garden chair.
I wonder if she likes roses.*
Jaimee put the rose near her nose and smelled, despite knowing that the rose wouldn't have a distinguishable smell—especially around other more fragrant flowers that surrounded her. Satisfied with her flower, she walked back inside their mansion.
She made her way up the grand marble staircase and traced the banister with a finger to inspect it for dust—not that she was gonna do anything if she found any. Alfred, their butler, is already having a hard time finding maids as it
