SCARLETT ROSE
I’m in the kitchen of the mansion, the room illuminated by a soft light reflecting off the stainless steel utensils.
The aroma of dinner fills the space as I finish preparing the details. There’s something comforting about cooking; it’s my way of passing the time and, at the same time, showing my love for Kieran.
He always says we can hire someone to take care of it, but I enjoy getting my hands dirty, literally.
I bite into a strawberry while arranging the plates, the sweet and slightly tart flavor bringing a smile to my face.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of the front door opening. My heart races, and my eyes automatically glance at the ring on my finger.
A familiar warmth surrounds me as I admire the symbol of our commitment. Firm footsteps approach, and when I turn aro
