Chapter 18

I spotted a piece of paper on the bed as I grabbed for his pillow to inhale his now-familiar scent—a blend of soap, sandalwood, and warmth.

[Good morning, sweetie.

I'm sorry to leave you in bed alone this morning, but know that I will be daydreaming about you throughout the day.

Please keep in mind that at noon, your personal shopper will arrive. Try to have a good time and spend a lot of money today!

My family dinner will be held at eight o'clock, so I'll be home by six-thirty. If you need something or if you miss me, call me.

Yours,

Nicholas.]

At his note, I sighed. When we arrived back and my items were moved to his closet, he had been horrified by my wardrobe—or lack thereof. His closet was easily bigger than my whole house at Atkins. The sight of my meager belongings hanging beside his extensive collection made me feel sour.

He assisted me in sorting through the boxes that had been shipped from Atkins while we were away, and the entire night, he berated me for owning only b