Leon:
Got a surprise for you. Don’t be late.
I was staring at Leon’s note for a few seconds now before I blinked many times. I woke up alone in the bed, but there was a bouquet of red roses beside me. I pulled out the orange note and that was his message.
I remember three years ago, Leon’s surprises were always a mixed bag, sometimes delightful, sometimes bewildering, and sometimes downright unnerving. But curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself hurrying to the bathroom. My mind was filled with many possibilities.
“Ma’am, I am Georgia, Mr. Wright’s cleaner. He told me to give this to you when you go downstairs,” she politely handed me another note.
“Hi! Thanks! By the way, I am Felixia,” I offered my hand, which she reluctantly accepted with a shy smile. She is obviously o
