ROSE’S POV

Four months.

It’s been four whole months since the morning Damien walked through that door, since the scent of roses and lilies wrapped around us both and changed everything forever.

Four months of waking up in his arms, of soft kisses on my forehead before he leaves for work, of him whispering “my queen” against my skin like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Four months of being treated like I’m made of glass and gold.

He spoils me rotten. Breakfast in bed when I’m too tired to move. Flowers every week—roses and lilies, always. Jewelry that costs more than I could have earned in ten...