Autumn stared in the mirror at herself as she straightened her clothes . A week. Only a week had passed and yet so much had changed. She'd gone from almost marrying Pierce and being thrown behind the bars for 'illegally detaining Arabelle' by that man's schemes to being married to Gabriel Frost, getting rid of the criminal law suit and being promoted to being the night manager of the resort. It almost seemed like a dream that she did not want to wake up from.
Gabriel Frost was an enigma, that was for sure. She'd thought that it would be difficult to live with a man. But Gabriel Frost made it seem... effortless. He'd somehow seamlessly blended himself into the house and the routine. Most days, by the time she returned home from the night shift, he would have prepared breakfast for her and Arabelle and be ready to leave for the day.
