- 12.
Thanks to Julian’s extravagant spending, the auction had been a resounding success,
raising a substantial amount for charity. My
hard work had paid off.
I finished up and headed home with the
driver.
A bouquet of camellias lay on the backseat.
The driver chuckled nervously. “Mr. Thornton
insisted I give these to you. I couldn’t refuse.”
Julian had a habit of showering me with
things he liked. Flowers were no exception.
The driver, who’d been with our family for
years. hesitated, then added. “Mr. Thornton
years, hesitated, then added, “Mr. Thornton
absolutely adores you, Miss Chelsea.”
He couldn’t say more than that.
I murmured in agreement.
I held the camellias, the city lights blurring past the window.
I knew Julian was Julian.
He was a force of nature, vibrant and untamed.
I looked down at the delicate camellias.
Seth, I thought, I’m moving on. Will you be sad?
