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Amber's POV: That night, I had one of the best sleeps I'd had in ages, even dreaming of roses. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a table overflowing with them. Sidney had sent so many roses—maybe 99 of them—that the room seemed to bloom with their vibrant beauty. I reached out and ran my fingers along the petals, a small smile tugging at my lips as I whispered, "Good morning, lovely ladies." Arranging those roses yesterday had taken up most of my time, leaving me no opportunity to thank Sidney. But today, I'd make sure to do so. Following my usual routine, I went to the kitchen to fetch Sidney's breakfast, only to find the place livelier than usual. The maids were bustling about, chattering among themselves. Mabel handed me the breakfast tray and winked playfully. "Don't for