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Chapter 8: Pillow Talk and Paranoia

Author: celestialhope
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-26 19:55:30

“You’re not mad at me, right?” Gabriel asked as he stepped into their bedroom, holding a small velvet box in one hand and a bouquet of white peonies in the other.

Celina looked up from the dresser mirror, her eyes catching his reflection before turning to face him.

She offered a soft smile. “You remembered I love peonies.”

“I remember everything about you,” he said, walking over and placing the flowers beside her perfume tray. “Even the way you scrunch your nose when you’re trying not to pout.”

Celina laughed lightly. “I don’t scrunch.”

“You do.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “And I love it.”

She turned to him fully now, her eyes more curious than angry. “So… you really didn't make it, right?”

Gabriel sighed, the weight of his next lie already tugging at the corners of his lips. “I wanted to. God knows I did. But something urgent came up at work. The board’s pressuring me to attend this last-minute meeting.”

“On a Friday night?”

He gave her a helpless shrug.
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