Betrayal

Sienna’s POV

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since I left the stables, and every single day, without fail, the flowers arrive. One of the triplets, Lorenzo, Emilio, or Donato, makes sure of it. I’m never sure which one it is, but it doesn’t matter. They’re always the same: scarlet roses, perfectly arranged.

Every time I open my door and see them, my heart clenches. The note is always the same too: