Chapter 15 Stefan

• I watch as Sadie chooses a simple bouquet of white daisies from the florist, then a small box of toffee-nut cookies from the bakery next door. After those two modest gifts, she point blank refuses to accept another thing from me, and insists on heading to the rooftop to help set up tonight's party.
• Whatever. I don't care.
• There never were any errands. I had no plans except spoiling her all day. Nothing else matters except keeping my assistant within arm's reach, and changing her mind about quitting—and sure, I'd rather do that while buying her a diamond necklace or hand-feeding her chocolate dipped strawberries, but we can lug around sun loungers on my building's rooftop if Sadie prefers.