Going in to work the next day for Gwen had been pure hell. From the minute she walked into the door, she was forced with the news of Yasmine and Deacon’s engagement-even having the girls bring Gwen closer to Yasmine to view the ring. If only Yasmine knew the favor she had done for her. But as she stood with it having been shoved in her face, she realized more and more that she was growing to regret it. Perhaps it would have been better to try and convince him that Yasmine was a liar, but if there would be a small chance he would remember her on his own, or fall in love with her over again-it couldn’t be done through blaming others. She kept this in mind while making her way to her dressing room, shocked at the single rose set upon her vanity. It was the touch of elegance expected from some
