Affection

Lena Frost squinted against the harsh glare of sunlight on snow as she surveyed the jagged peaks looming ahead. The familiar weight of her pack settled comfortably against her shoulders, a stark contrast to the uneasy feeling in her gut. She glanced sidelong at the man beside her, taking in his eager grin and brand-new hiking boots with a mixture of irritation and concern. “Last chance to back out,” she said gruffly. “Once we start up that trail, there’s no easy way down.” ...

Lady Beatrice Fairfax surveyed the glittering ballroom with a mixture of boredom and disdain. The annual Midsummer’s Eve Ball at Thornbury Castle was in full swing, with ladies in elaborate gowns twirling across the polished floor and gentlemen in their finest attire engaging in what passed for witty repartee. Beatrice stifled a yawn behind her fan. “My dear, do try to look a bit more enthusiastic,” her aunt, the Duchess Agatha, hissed in her ear. “You’re not getting any younger, you know. It’s high time you secured a suitable match.” ...

The scent of wild lavender drifted through the open window, carried on a warm summer breeze. Mira inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar fragrance that had become synonymous with her time in this small mountain town. She stood at the kitchen sink, absently washing dishes as her mind wandered. Six weeks. That’s all the time she had left before returning to her real life in the city. Six weeks until she had to leave behind the quaint charm of Lavender Peak and the unexpected connections she’d formed here. Mira’s hands stilled, sudsy water dripping from her fingers as she gazed out at the purple-tinged mountains in the distance. ...