But Tom never gave up.Rain or shine,the roses arrived every day,more punctual than meals.
Having grown accustomed to the filth and chaos of high society—where marriages were often arranged for profit—Tom resembled a ray of light in the darkness,reigniting her belief in love.
Later,she betrayed her family to be with him,believing she had won all of a man’s love.
But she did not know when the love between them changed.
Julie did not know whether the love had changed or if Tom had simply worn his mask too well.But she was tired and didn't want to dig into it.
Since she couldn't solve the problem,she might as well deal with the person.
The next morning,Julie was roused by the commotion of the servant moving her things.
The love letters Tom had once written her were tossed into the trash.
The dried roses he’d arranged were crushed and trampled underfoot.
Everything in the house connected to them was being systematically erased,bit by bit....
Julie sat up abruptly and snapped,“Who gave you permission to touch my things?"
The servants exchanged bewildered glances.Stacy emerged from behind them with a smug smile on her face.