Aurora’s POV I was in the middle of organizing Prescott’s afternoon schedule when a soft knock sounded against the edge of my desk.Looking up, I found Marcus standing there with a small bouquet of pale pink peonies in one hand and a neatly wrapped gift bag in the other. A few people nearby glanced over with mild curiosity Lena, from her desk, watched with a visibly tightened expression.“Marcus,” I said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”“I was in the building for a meeting and thought I’d stop by.” He held out the flowers first, smiling in that easy, unforced way of his. “These are for you.”I stared at them for a second too long. No one ever brought me flowers. Not at university, not at home, and certainly not at an office where most people still looked at me like I didn’t quite belong.“You didn’t have to do that,” I said.“I know.” He placed the bouquet gently on my desk, then set the gift bag bes
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