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: The Roses and the Table
Sterling Residence – Central Park West – 1:00 PM
Liam stood in his bedroom, staring at his closet.
He needed to pick a suit for tonight's dinner with Amara. His father had made it clear: no excuses. No cancellations. Show up, be charming, and fix whatever was broken.
But Liam's mind wasn't on suits.
It was on Zara.
The way she looked at him yesterday at the bookstore. The way her voice cracked when she said, "You've been avoiding the mansion." The way she knew exactly what kind of roses Amara liked.
Red ones. Long stems. No baby's breath.
How did she know that? Because she arranged them. Every week. For the woman who treated her like dirt.
Liam pulled a navy suit from the closet and laid it on the bed.
His phone buzzed.
Marcus: You ready for tonight?
Liam: No.
Marcus: Then pretend. That's what we do.
Liam set down the phone.
Marcus was right. He had been pretending his whole life. One more night wouldn't kill him.
But as he buttoned his shirt, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change.
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Manhattan – Petals & Stems Flower Shop – 2:30 PM
The flower shop was small, tucked between a bakery and a vintage clothing store. The windows were filled with blooms of every color – crimson roses, pale lilies, bright sunflowers, delicate orchids.
Liam pushed open the door. A bell chimed.
Behind the counter stood a young woman with curly hair pulled back in a messy bun. She was arranging a bouquet, her fingers moving with practiced ease.
"Welcome," she said without looking up. "What can I get for you?"
"I need roses," Liam said. "Red ones. Long stems. No baby's breath."
The woman looked up. Her eyes were bright, curious. "Someone specific?"
"My fiancée."
The woman smiled. "Red roses mean love. Passion. 'I'm sorry' works too." She walked to the cooler and selected a dozen long-stemmed roses. Their petals were deep crimson, almost black in the dim light.
"These are our best," she said. "Fresh this morning."
Liam nodded. "They're fine."
The woman wrapped the stems in brown paper and tied them with a simple ribbon. No fuss. No extra decoration.
"You don't look excited," she said as she handed him the bouquet.
Liam took it. "It's just dinner."
"It's never just dinner." The woman leaned against the counter. "For what it's worth, roses don't fix things. They just make the apology look prettier."
Liam raised an eyebrow. "You give relationship advice to all your customers?"
"Only the ones who look miserable." She grinned. "That'll be sixty dollars."
Liam paid and walked out.
The bell chimed behind him.
He looked at the roses in his hand.
For what it's worth, roses don't fix things.
She was right.
But he didn't know what else to do.
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Alexander Mansion – Main Kitchen – 3:00 PM
The kitchen was chaos.
Imani stood at the center, barking orders like a general commanding troops. Two extra cooks had been brought in. Servers in white gloves polished silverware. The smell of roasting meat filled the air.
"Where are the napkins?" Imani snapped.
"Here, Ma." Zara held up a stack of folded linen.
"Set the table. Fast. And make sure the centerpiece is perfect."
Zara nodded. She carried the napkins into the dining room.
The table was already set with crystal glasses and gold-rimmed plates. Candles in silver holders stood at intervals down the length of the table. Fresh flowers – white lilies and pink hydrangeas – sat in a crystal vase at the center.
Zara began placing the napkins, folding each into a fan and tucking it into the rings.
"Those are crooked."
Zara looked up. Amara stood in the doorway, wearing a silk robe, her arms crossed.
"I'll fix them," Zara said.
"You always have to fix everything." Amara walked into the room, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. "Do you know why tonight is important?"
Zara kept her eyes on the napkins. "Mr. Sterling is coming to dinner."
"Liam is coming to dinner. My fiancé." Amara circled the table, her eyes on Zara. "He's been distant lately. Avoiding me. I need tonight to be perfect."
Zara nodded. "It will be, ma'am."
"It better be." Amara stopped beside her. "Because if something goes wrong – if someone distracts him – I will make sure that person regrets it."
Zara's hands trembled. She kept folding.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Zara said quietly.
Amara laughed. It was cold. "Good. Keep it that way."
She walked out.
Zara stood alone in the dining room.
Her hands were shaking.
She finished the napkins and returned to the kitchen.
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Alexander Mansion – Main Kitchen – 4:00 PM
Imani inspected every detail.
The wine glasses were polished until they sparkled. The silverware was arranged with military precision. The centerpiece was adjusted three times until it sat exactly in the middle of the table.
"The candles," Imani said. "They're not straight."
Zara straightened them.
"The salt and pepper shakers are uneven."
Zara adjusted them.
"The napkins are slightly off-center."
Zara fixed them.
Imani stepped back. "Good. Now stand in the corner. Don't move. Don't speak. Don't exist."
Zara nodded.
She walked to the corner of the dining room and stood against the wall.
The servants filed out. The cooks retreated to the kitchen. The house grew quiet.
Zara stood alone.
Waiting.
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Alexander Mansion – Front Driveway – 6:30 PM
Liam's car pulled up to the front entrance.
He sat in the driver's seat for a moment, staring at the mansion. The windows were lit. The door was open. Servants waited to take his coat.
He looked at the roses on the passenger seat.
Red ones. Long stems. No baby's breath.
Zara's voice echoed in his head.
Because I'm the one who arranges them. Every week. For the dining table. For her room. For every occasion.
Liam grabbed the roses and stepped out of the car.
The front door opened.
Amara stood there, wearing a red dress that hugged every curve. Her hair was perfect. Her makeup was flawless. She was smiling.
"Liam," she said. "You came."
He handed her the roses. "For you."
Amara took them. Her smile widened. "They're beautiful."
They're just flowers, Liam thought. They don't fix anything.
But he smiled anyway.
"Shall we?" he said.
Amara linked her arm through his.
They walked inside.
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Alexander Mansion – Dining Room – 6:45 PM
Zara heard their footsteps.
She pressed her back against the wall, making herself as small as possible.
Liam and Amara walked into the dining room.
Amara was laughing at something Liam had said. She looked happy. Radiant.
Liam's eyes scanned the room.
They landed on Zara.
Just for a second.
Then he looked away.
Zara's heart cracked.
He's here for her. Not for you. Never for you.
Amara sat at the head of the table. Liam sat beside her.
"Zara," Imani said from the doorway. "Pour the wine."
Zara stepped forward.
Her hands trembled as she lifted the bottle.
She poured slowly, carefully, into Amara's glass.
"Thank you," Amara said without looking at her.
Zara moved to Liam's glass.
She poured.
"Thank you, Zara," Liam said quietly.
Their eyes met.
Zara's heart stopped.
Then she stepped back to her corner.
The dinner began