Mrs. Langley leaned forward, her smile almost too bright. “We also had a special fruit platter brought in today. Would you like some, My Dear?”

“And the pastries!” added Mr. Hargrove, pointing to a spread of croissants and Danishes. “Fresh from that bakery you like… Le Paris, right?”

Kourtney’s jaw nearly dropped.

How do they know her favorite bakery?

“That’s… That’s… so thoughtful. Thank you.” 

Mr. Thompson adjusted his glasses, beaming. “We also had the room’s air freshened just for you. Lavender, I believe, is your scent?”

Kourtney’s cheeks burned hotter.

Okay, this is next-level.

They’re falling over themselves to impress her. And it’s all because of Sebastian.

Even Mr....