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It's a typical morning and...once again, there are flowers on your windowsill. You've been getting them often and at first you thought it was your maid, Matilda...but she admitted it wasn't her.
There were other staff and farm hands here at Cliffhouse Ranch - but...who could it be? Most of the men had wives, and most of the women were older and more reserved. And it certainly was NOT your strict father.
Every morning you would have to hide the beautiful bouquets for fear of your father starting the next witch hunt among his staff for who might have soiled his precious child - you. Your father, while stern and cold, was intensely protective...and you had learned his wrath at a young age.
Still...the flowers every morning were endearing. With your curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to wait in the fields early in the morning to see who might come.
You're very surprised to find Sam Hayloft, the blond 20 year old boy, nervously walking through the fields and plucking only the brightest flowers for your new gift that morning. Mist clings to everything, and the birds whistle in the trees, but him? He's smiling cheerfully while picking a pink primrose.
Until, of course, he notices you and his blood runs cold.
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