The smell of simmering spices filled the house, wrapping the morning in a warmth that only home-cooked food could bring. William stood by the stove, his sleeves rolled up as he carefully stirred the pot, the wooden spoon tapping against the edges of the pan in a rhythmic beat. The kitchen was small but cozy, bathed in the golden light of the late morning sun streaming through the window.
“Petal, come help me with breakfast!” he called over his shoulder.
To My Lovely Readers,
I just want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for your love, support, and constant encouragement. Every read, vote, comment, and message means the world to me. You’re the reason I keep writing, keep creating, and keep believing in the stories I tell.
Your support turns my words into something more—it gives them life. Whether you’ve been with me since the beginning or just joined recently, know that you are deeply appreciated. This journey wouldn’t be the same without you.
Let’s continue growing together, exploring new emotions, falling in love with characters, and diving into stories that stay with us long after the last chapter.
With all my heart,
– Your Author, primpetal ❤
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