ログイン“She kicked me!” He sounds genuinely shocked. “Because you grabbed her wrong!” “How else was I supposed to—” “Not like that!” One of the other sheep—the smaller one I’ve mentally dubbed Minion Number One—decides this is the perfect moment to make a break for the kitchen garden. “Oh no you don’
I’m up at dawn scrubbing the barn floor like my life depends on it. Which is insane because the barn floor was clean yesterday. Still clean now. But Weston and Eloise are coming for the venue walkthrough and everything needs to be absolutely perfect. “You know the sheep don’t actually care if the
The miniature pigs, meanwhile, are surprisingly well-behaved. They waddle directly to the food trough and start eating like nothing dramatic is happening around them. “I like them,” Sienna says, zooming in on one with her camera. “They’re the only ones here with sense.” “Give it time,” I mutter, b
The bruise on my cheek has faded slightly, the angry red settling into something duller, easier to ignore if I don’t look too closely. I avoid the mirror anyway. By the time I sit down at the table for breakfast the next morning, I almost convince myself it’s not noticeable anymore. My mother not
Dahlia Sienna doesn’t let go of me even after we step into the barn. Her hand stays locked around my elbow like she thinks I might disappear if she loosens her grip, like I might just dissolve into the dust and hay and silence if she gives me even an inch of space. “Sit,” Sienna says, pushing me
“Then stay there and shut your mouth.” “Oh I don’t think so.” He’s enjoying this. I can see it in his eyes. “See, I have to say, the rumors are true.” “What rumors?” “That you’re very talented at using personal relationships for professional gain.” His smirk widens. “Sebastian Hawthorne backing y







