Aurora's POVThe greenhouse smells like roses now.That is the first thing I notice when Sebastian opens the door and steps back to let me through. Not the old damp soil smell from the night everything changed. Not the cold river air pressing through cracked panes. Roses. Warm. Alive. Planted in clean rows along both walls with the specific deliberateness of someone who spent time thinking about what this place deserved to become.I stop just inside the door."When did you do this?""Three months ago," he says.I turn to look at him. "You've been growing roses in my mother's greenhouse for three months without telling me.""I've been having roses grown," he says, with the particular precision of a man who understands the difference between doing something and directing it to be done. "There is a distinction.""Sebastian." "You said she hated roses but loved greenhouses." He looks at me steadily. "I thought she deserved both." I turn back to the roses. My throat does something I don't
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