One Hundred and Eighty Two

Gwyneth’s POV

The next day I woke up with a bouquet of red roses next to me, I was not a fool to not know from whom it came. I slowly opened the small card placed on top of the fragrant rose.

‘Good morning my moon, sorry for making you wait yesterday. have a great day!’

Moon? Sounds familiar.

I just smiled at his message and ignored my other thoughts. I just took the flower and put it neatly in the vase in the bedroom and downstairs. When I got down, I was even surprised to see that the table was in order, there were food ready there.

After I arranged the flowers and put them in the vase I ate as well. When I opened the lid, I saw a yellow sticky note there. I read it and quickly smiled.

‘eat your breakfast, don't starve, okay? And by the way, I buried the Caldereta you cooked, so don't sulk :))

Aish. I can't hide my big smile, I know it's just a peace offering, but I can't help but