#Chapter 222: The Olive Branch

Hannah The sounds of laughter and music faded somewhat as I made my way into the kitchen, an empty snack bowl in hand. The staff tonight had offered to refill it, but I’d insisted, saying that I needed a few moments to myself. Apparently, they had taken that as meaning that I needed the entire kitchen cleared, because there was not a soul there when I walked in. Not that I minded. But I wasn’t alone for long before footsteps sounded behind me, followed by a familiar scent reaching my ears. A moment later, warm hands covered my eyes. “I wonder who that could be,” I purred, smirking. I felt Noah shift behind me and heard something being set down on the counter. “Open,” Noah’s deep voice rumbled near my ear. I blinked as his hands fell away, my eyes adjusting to find a small box sitting in front of me on the counter. Grinning, I lifted the lid and gasped softly at the contents. Inside was a delicate silver picture frame, empty and waiting to be filled w