Mason POV
The smell of vanilla is what orchids smell like to me, strong vanilla is what Heather smells like to me. I could smell the familiar scent of vanilla the moment I walked into the house behind Morgan, now walking out of the house, I was still following the smell of orchids, and it did remind me of good times at grandma’s house. I did not lie, Grandma was the world to me, right up until she passed away. That was a sad day for me. I had an extra close relationship with her, and it cut me deep to lose her, now with the vanilla smell of Heather, it was like grandma was giving me her seal of approval.
We climbed into the limo. After Heather and Gerry greeted each other, it was good to see that Heather was not a person who put a person down. She treated all staff members the same, givi
