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The difference now was the way she’d curl up on the leather couch wearing my hoodie, working quietly while I listened to tracks. People at the office weren\u2019t stupid, neither was Kev, he definitely knew something was up, but kept his mouth shut. \u201cThis shoot is a mess, I\u2019m gonna need to redo all of this,\u201d she continued, typing while Kev adjusted the levels on the bridge we’d been fighting with. \u201cShot list, photographer coordination, wardrobe brief, plus time to convince these people that ‘approachable luxury’ is actually a thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

I loved watching Taryn work. She was so good at what she did. She could see exactly who people needed to become, then build the bridge to get them there. Ellison Brand & Image Consulting was something she built from nothing but talent and hustle. WadeHouse might’ve been her biggest client, but she definitely wasn’t dependent on us. That month alone her clients included a prosecutor running for Mayor, a local news anchor crew who wanted a more polished presence, and a real estate agent who needed marketing shots that said \u201cforever homes\u201d not \u201cStarter houses.\u201d<\/p>\n

Since I knew she’d be home all day, in her zone, probably forgetting to eat, I had the first delivery scheduled for eight AM. Five dozen red roses to her house along with a veggie omelet, hash browns and coffee from the deli she frequented. My phone buzzed ten minutes later. Flowers? We said no Valentine\u2019s Day. Are they not nice flowers? Zion. What? I like flowers. You like flowers. The typing indicator appeared and disappeared three times. They\u2019re gorgeous.<\/p>\n

Thank you. And for breakfast too. The second delivery arrived at eleven-thirty. Two-hundred stems of white peonies with eucalyptus. This time she called me. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d \u201cWorking. What are you doing?\u201d \u201cYou know what I mean. We said no Valentine’s Day.\u201d \u201cDid we? I don’t remember agreeing to that.\u201d She sighed and was quiet for a long moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re beautiful.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m glad you like them.\u201d \u201cOk, but that\u2019s it, right? No more.\u201d \u201cGotta go. Meeting starting.\u201d I hung up before she could protest. At one o\u2019clock, I had lunch and one hundred stems of pink and purple tulips delivered. At three o\u2019clock, a mix of four dozen merlot, blush, and purple roses.<\/p>\n

Then finally at close to five, a mix of white roses, lilies and hydrangeas, truffle chocolates and strawberries. At 5 PM, she sent me a selfie of her with her living room looking like a florist shop. This is ridiculous. You look happy. I’m overwhelmed. You’re smiling in the photo. Maybe a little. Pick you up at seven. For what? Dinner. You’ve been working all day. Need to eat. Zion, no. You are already pushing it.<\/p>\n

We’re not doing dinner. Not today. Why not? Dinner at a restaurant on V-Day means something. Means we’re hungry. Stop overthinking. I can\u2019t believe you with all this.<\/p>\n

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BROWN | CHAPTER & SOUL All rights reserved. 1kitap1.com\/en dedication for my mother You\u2019ve taught me what strength looks like. You kept on going when the odds were questionable, and taught me to do the same. I carry your resilience. Your softness. Your genius. Your refusal to settle. This book exists because I watched you hope, endure, and choose forward. Even when standing still would\u2019ve been easier.<\/p>\n

You raised a woman who knows herself. Who values her voice. Who believes that love and ambition and self-respect can coexist. Everything I am and everything I\u2019ve built, started with your example. That\u2019s all you, Mommy. Thank you. Also, there are a few spicy scenes in this book. So you might want to skip a few sections. Or don\u2019t. I\u2019m not the boss of you. But if you DO keep reading, I\u2019ma need you to not bring it up or look at me sideways.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m grown. And you were warned. Love you to pieces, Nicole 1kitap1.com\/en For the woman who built walls because someone taught her they were necessary. For the woman who loves deep, and leaves quick, before she can be left first. For the woman who laughs loudest when she’s trying not to cry. You are not too much. You are not hard to love. This story is for your softness.<\/p>\n

For your wounds and your wisdom. For your survival, and your surrender. For your running… and for the moment you finally choose to stay. 1kitap1.com\/en contents This book has a soundtrack Prologue Part I 1. Downbeat 2. Inheritance 3. The Night It All Changed 4. Did I Ask For Meaning?<\/p>\n

5. Not Hungry 6. I Got Leftovers 7. Everyone Leaves 8. Terms & Conditions 9. Right In Front Of You 10. Be Better 11. Cracks In Casual 12. Going Once, Going Twice 13.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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