The Taste of true love

ay had enveloped him in a sigh of resignation. It was his last day as the managing director of the Rivers' corporations. He couldn't believe the comp

d he was losing his mind trying everything possible to save it. The reason he had even met with Trisha was because he was desperate to save the company. He never planned to go romantic with her but everything happened so fast and that was t

unlike Trisha who was already managing her father's businesses. Maybe his decision to break up with Annie was a sel

t about the task of organizing the scattered files strewn across his desk. He felt tem

ne, Annie?" He ask

**

. With a determined frown, she hefted them into the trunk of the rental car, reminiscing on how back home, it was simply

d before retreating back inside. She was still finding it difficult to believe that Harry had rea

in the pit of her stomach. Fall break had arrived, a distinction she noted – not autumn here, but fall. She felt like she

ed out of the car, pulling her jacket closer against the chill. Food was a necessity; her stomach clenched, a stark reminder of the breakfast

kout, gum snapping in a sugar-pink mouth, paid no heed as Annie picked up a basket and meandered through the aisles. The warmth inside made her w

-mile curve along the beach, yet all she saw were trees. Parking in front of the cabin, she marveled a

itated, waiting for an imaginary warmth that never came. Reaching for her bag and t

with books. Vivid paintings adorned the walls, creating a tapestry of memories. Annie shuddered, realizing that all this opulence was

d. Shadows gathered comfortably, and a chill in the air prompted her to walk down to the lake. Pine nee

ouldn't shake the uncanny mist rising between the trees. Returning to the cabin, she prepared a fire

aloud. "Harry was just having a

wich and sat on the couch, chewing slowly. The thought of Wilson and Lucy flying to Paris t