Jasmine Dreams and Empty Pockets

"Mr. Sinclair, Miss Hazel asked me to bring this to you." The maid stepped forward into the dim light of the bedroom, offering a warm smile as she set the heavy ceramic pot down on the bedside table. She remained oblivious to the fact that she was delivering the exact same jasmine she had discarded days prior. "She mentioned you enjoy planting jasmine. She must have grown this herself."

Rowan cov