Chapter 115 —The one he kissed as if his life depended on it.

Narrator:

Sasha walked through the aisles of the nursery, her emotions running high. Her hands were full of small pots, and she talked nonstop, while Miranda followed her with a warm smile.

“Look, these caladiums are beautiful,” said Sasha, pointing to a shelf full of pastel-colored flowers.

“Would you like to ask the saleswoman if they have more in lilac?” suggested Miranda. “She was near the entrance, next to the rosebush.”

“Yes!” said Sasha, turning on her heels. “I'll be right back!”

She almost ran down the stone path, and as soon as she disappeared from view, Miranda calmly turned her face toward where Aylin was watching from a section of ferns. There was no surprise. Just a moment of silent recognition.

“You didn't have to keep such a distance,” Miranda said in a neutral voice. “I didn't come armed.”

Aylin approached slowly. She walked until she was standing in front of her, with nothing in her hands.

“I like to observ