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The scent of spun sugar and warm vanilla always seemed to linger in the air wherever Bunny Reed went, a sweet cloud that contrasted sharply with the salt-crusted, cedar-and-whiskey atmosphere of the Cameron estate. At twenty-two, Bunny was still trying to figure out if she wanted to open a bakery or just spend the rest of her life perfecting strawberry macarons in her mother’s kitchen. She had a soft, rounded silhouette, wide hips wrapped in a pale pink pleated skirt, and big doe eyes framed by impossibly thick lashes that fluttered whenever she spoke. Right now, those eyes were fixed anxiously on the polished mahogany dining table where her parents and Ward Cameron were finalizing the terms of their families' new business alliance—and, by extension, her future.