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A day later. Sylvia stayed at the old Carter residence with Isabel and Liam as usual. The sun was shining nicely today and it warmed up the room, making everyone feel a little lazy. Isabel was watching a show on her tablet as she lay her head on Sylvia's lap. Liam sat beside her with his back to the sunlight that was shining through the window, as he quietly read a book. Sylvia yawned and was about to doze off as she leaned against the wall when her phone suddenly rang.

I won’t flirt. I’ll face him like the tough girl I am. The thought steadied her.') The next day came fast. Sylvia arrived early, energy sharp and buzzing. “I brought snacks,” she announced, dropping a bag on the table. “And I took the liberty of skimming your older works last night.” Elara stiffened. “You did?” “In a good way,” Sylvia said quickly. “One of them is perfect. Incredible foundation. All it needs is a bit of polish.”

'' Sylvia sighed. She got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to do her toilet business. That day, she wanted to be productive and not laze about, waiting for Remus to get back. She wanted to put her hands in many things but that was when she remembered that she had to finish up the book and with that, Sylvia pulled the book out of its hiding page, opening to its last page. Sylvid didn't know what she would encounter but she had a feeling that she was going to badly miss the book that had given her answers more than anybody else.

She didn’t like how he was questioning and doubting Dawn. Selena was quiet as she flipped the books open. She was speechless. After a while, she breathed deeply and exclaimed. “You’re the author?!” Dawn was startled. She nodded. “Yeah.” “You should have told me before..” “Uh–sorry?” Dawn scratched her head. Selene got up from the bed and walked away, shocking the others. Moments later, she returned bringing with her, her own copy of the book. “See–if I had known then I would have asked you for a copy. The books keep getting sold out as soon as they're put on display.” She had bought the book when she was still abroad. “Could you sign this for me?”

I only knew I woke up too late because the glaring sunlight was already piercing through the thin sheets of the curtains. “Good morning, dear.” Zed’s voice rang in my head, so I turned to glance at him. He was already sitting in an upright position, his back on the bedboard. A motivational book by Robert Kiyosaki was in his hand. “Good morning,” I replied, turning to my other side with eyes closed. The part of the bed on his side then sank, and I knew he was lying beside me. As soon as the movement steadied, I felt his mouth on my nape, running down my shoulders.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

We’ll see how Sylvia keeps attracting the wrong kind of men… and how she ends up in a different kind of mess altogether. If you’d like a separate book about Mario, maybe watching him fall for a girl who’s the total opposite of Sylvia, drop a comment and let me know. I might just write it. THE END OF BOOK ONE. 💔✨

Sylvia only giggled in response. “You should keep some money to buy something for Julius,” Sylvia finally said once their gifts for Olivia have been picked. The sore owner carefully wrapped them but still lent an attentive ear to the conversation more like eavesdropping. “What about a new hat?” Sylvia asked while reaching for the hat on display trying it on herself. Lilly smiled at the sight. “Julius?” the owner said curious. “If you are talking about our honorable sheriff, I woof advise you to buy a book for him. As a matter of fact, I know that the book he wanted arrived this morning at the bookshop.”