The Billionaire's Daughter in Danger

bout to change? Yeah, that doesn't happen in real life. You don't wake u

k in party-planning mode even when I was half-asleep. I had no idea my life was about to change. If I had, I would've run for the hills. I would've even bee

, cutting the man off every time he tried to speak. He was obviously just your average worker. He was too flustered to be anyo

an even think to suggest tulips or lilies when I was so

ou must u

nt said she wanted First Love gardenias, and that's wh

son, and this wasn't just any party. It was her eighteenth birthday party, and it had to be absolutely perfect. Taylor had entrusted me with this job

we do

ngered flower from Africa. My request is so

rom this business ever again. This was absolute

e don'

in reverse. Haven't I made myself more tha

are plenty of other v

want to hear talk of these other flowers! You have two choices: either get th

t time he spoke. "There's no need to

t, we'll be moving to another flower shop. And I promise you, that's going to cost you. My clients are n

ble sound of hurried typing. I had him now. He knew he was losing my b

'll check with our stock and ge

ing my business elsewhere." I ended the call with a firm snap of the phone. I needed to focus. The par

hemes, guest lists, catering options, and the ever-important flower arrangements. Taylor had been clear about what she wanted. Gardenias. Not just any g

ake sure Taylor's friends and family were all accounted for. Taylor wasn't just any girl-she was the type who expected the best, and she trusted me to deliver

, and I still hadn't had breakfast. My stomach growled, but I pushed the thought aside. There w

irmed the menu, the decorators assured me that the venue was coming along, and the entertainm

st Love gardenias. It was starting to feel like a lost cause. The frustration gnawed a

a message from Taylor: I'm so excited for the party! Thanks for planning everything. Y

zed with another call from the flower shop. I g

nias," the voice on the other end said, the relief evident in

me today, I allowed myself to smile. "Thank you," I said, a little more

r understanding. We look forward to

e taken care of. Now, I just needed to focus on the final details.

d it. But when the knocking continued, I rose from my seat, irritation cree

Kinley," he said, handing

brow. "I didn't

ust says to deliver

rge, but it felt heavier than expected. I moved to my desk and carefully cut through the tape. Inside was

skipped a beat as I read the sin

ore careful with your

sted. My pulse quickened. It was

are of every little sound. The sile

mething told me I had just crossed a lin