The End of Love
That night, he sent someone to deliver the bidding documents to me.
The attached note read, [If you marry him, take the thirteen docks as my wedding gift to you. If not, then consider them my bid for you.]
When the helicopter landed, the Rafferty family mansion was packed with people.
Wilde wore a black shirt. His six-foot-three frame was particularly striking among the crowd.
The moment I stepped off, the people said, “Welcome, Mrs. Rafferty.”
I scanned my surroundings and caught the scent of something familiar.
The vast estate was covered in crabapple flowers.