Page 108 of Sweet Poison

ONE DAY

Willow

“She melted my frosty heart.” — M

Imiss him.

I miss him so much but he promised that he would be back after taking care of some impromptu business.

I believe him.

After every magical second we’ve spent together, I believe him when he says he’ll be back for me.

There’s also the fact that he sent his bodyguard to get me early in the morning for a surprise.

I'm excited and I’m even more excited since he decided to include my uncle Cianne in today’s fun.

“I really do hope, the fucker is not leading us to our deaths,Orla.” My uncle whispers as he walks beside me. “I don’t want to have to unload my gun on this one.” He points to Lincoln.

I shake my head with a smile at my uncle’s shenanigans.

“I heard that,” Lincoln grumbles.

“That was the goal, love.”

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

As we step away from the resort grounds, the air shifts around us—fresh, alive with the scent of earth and wildflowers. The path ahead winds through a canopy of trees, their leaves whispering secrets as the breeze rustles through.

I tap Lincoln’s shoulder grabbing his attention. “Where are we going?” I sign.

He glances down at me, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just a little farther. Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

I nod excited.

With each step we take away from the resort, I can hear the chirping of the birds flying overhead and the gentle rustle of leaves.

We walk a little more until the trees begin to thin, and suddenly, we emerge into another world.

A world that feels far removed from our own. One that makes me stop, my breath catching in my throat.

All around us, blue butterflies’ flit through the air, their wings shimmering like sapphires in the bright sun. The ground is dotted with mushrooms of every shape and size, some glowing softly in the dappled light. It’s a magical scene straight out of a fairy tale.

This is more than my wild imagination could muster.

“Welcome to Mila’s One Day,” Lincoln says, his voice steady and calm. I blink at him, confusion swirling in my mind.

“Mila?” I sign, my heart racing. That’s my mother’s name.“And ‘One Day’?”My voice is barely above a whisper, the phrase echoing in my thoughts. It’s what she would say to me whenever I felt sad, a promise of better days to come.

Lincoln nods, his gaze serious. “Yeah. The boss has countless butterfly conservatories around the world and they are all named the same.”

What?

Then it all hits me.

He did this for her.

For my mother.

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