The Nine-Year Maid, Burned Keepsakes

On the eve of our wedding, I placed the preserved floral bouquet my late father gave me on the nightstand. I wanted to carry it down the aisle as my bouquet.

The next morning, it was gone.

When I finally found it, it was sitting in the trash can inside Shannon’s male assistant’s office, scorched beyond repair.

I rushed to Shannon’s office to confront her, only to hear their voices coming from behind the door.

“Shannon, you gave me the keepsake Jayson’s dad left him. Won’t he be furious if he