Chapter 17
Sheena glanced at herself in the hallway mirror. Today she wore a knee-length cotton light-blue dress with specks of white like she was ready for ice and snow. She needed to talk to Matteo about trust.
It was impossible to ignore the fast beat of her heart. Matteo’s words about love haunted her. She was grateful that the servants had let her know Matteo was inside his old bedroom, and sleeping.
Without waiting another second, she opened the door and let herself in. She stopped when she saw the bouquet of roses scattered all over the floor.
The sound of the shower meant Matteo was inside the bathroom. Sheena went down on her hands and knees and picked up the flowers.
The red petals were beautiful, even half dead, and the sweet aroma of the flowers almost drowned out the bite
