MasukAnastasia's POVI saw it before it happened.Eleanor was standing at the drawing room sideboard, telling the housekeeper where to put a vase. She had been moving it back and forth all day, an inch this way, an inch that way, and I was sitting on the arm of the sofa watching her with the particular kind of tired patience you develop for the people you love."No, a little to the left," Eleanor said, tilting her head. "Yes. No, wait — back again."The housekeeper shifted the vase without a word, the way someone does when they have learned that objecting will only add more rounds to the process."There." Eleanor pointed. "Right — "She stopped.Not paused. Stopped. The way a song stops when someone pulls the power cord out of the wall.Her hand, the one that had been pointing, moved slowly to the edge of the sideboard instead. Her fingers found the wood and gripped it. I watched her head drop forward a little, just a fraction, like something inside her was losing its balance before the re
Leon's POVMargaret met me at the door when I arrived at the Hart mansion at nine in the morning and told me that my grandma had been up since before 6 AM."She rearranged the drawing room twice," Margaret said. She had the expression of a woman who had seen many things in sixteen years of working for Eleanor Hart and had learned to measure which things were worth mentioning. She was mentioning this one. "She also called the caterer again.""On Christmas morning?""At seven forty-five." Margaret took my coat with the practiced efficiency of someone who had been doing it for a long time. "She told them she wanted to confirm the rehearsal dinner delivery time." She paused just long enough. "It was already confirmed."I thanked her and went to find Eleanor. I found her in the hallway adjusting the angle of a framed photograph on the wall by small increments, stepping back to assess it, then stepping forward to move it again. She was fully dressed, her hair done, jewellery on, moving with
Anastasia's POV The Hart estate on Christmas Eve felt like a breath being held.Everything was finished. Every wreath was hung, every candle set, every arrangement confirmed and signed off and placed exactly where it needed to be. There was no reason left to adjust anything but Leon's grandma Eleanor was adjusting things anyway. When I arrived at half past nine she was in the hallway asking the housekeeper to move a small vase two inches to the left. When I came back through twenty minutes later the vase was two inches to the right. Eleanor was on the phone with the florist behind me, asking about the delivery window for the wedding ceremony flowers that had been confirmed three times already that week.Leon was already there when I arrived. He was in the kitchen drinking coffee and looking at Eleanor through the doorway with an expression I recognised from the previous afternoon, the one where he was watching her carefully and keeping his concern off his face because Eleanor would n
Leon's POVEleanor called me at eight in the morning to say she needed my opinion on the table arrangement for the rehearsal dinner.I had been coming to this house my entire life and I knew what Eleanor needing my opinion actually meant. It meant she had woken up early, found the house too quiet, and wanted someone there who belonged in it. I told her I would be there by ten. I said it without hesitation because there was no version of Eleanor asking me to come and me finding a reason not to.The estate looked different in the days just before Christmas. The decorations were finished and everything was exactly where it was supposed to be and there was nothing left to do, which meant my grandma had found other things to do. The caterer's first delivery of the week was coming through the kitchen when I arrived, and she was standing in the hallway directing two staff members on the placement of something that had clearly already been placed and then moved and then placed again. The tree
Anastasia's POVI stayed at the bakery until late that night.It wasn't the orders that kept me there. The morning prep was done in an hour and I had no real reason to keep measuring flour and reorganising the cold shelf except that the kitchen was where I went when I had too much in my head and needed to move my hands. I turned the radio on low and worked and thought about the planning session and the wedding coordinator's colour-coded checklist and the way Leon had answered me when I asked him if there was anything I didn't know.He had said no. But his face was obviously saying yes. He had always been a terrible liar and I could see right through him, and the fact that he had looked at the table for half a second too long before answering told me more than the answer itself did. I didn't bother pressing him for the truth though.I also thought about Jennifer's calls.She had called very recently, three days ago, in the evening, while I was closing up. She had used the warm voice, t
Leon's POV The wedding coordinator had colour-coded her checklist. Pink for confirmed, yellow for pending, red for urgent. When I sat down at the dining table and saw it spread across three pages, I understood that this woman took her job more seriously than most people took anything in their lives.Eleanor stood at the head of the table looking like she had been awake since four in the morning and was proud of it. "We have nine items still in yellow," she said, before anyone had even opened a notebook. "I want every one of them pink before we leave this table." "Good morning, grandma," I said.She waved her hand. "Sit down, Leon. Anastasia, sit. We have a lot to get through."Anastasia sat across from me and pulled the seating chart toward her without being asked. She had a pen out and her reading glasses on before the coordinator finished saying hello. I watched her scan the chart quickly, not really bothering to take her time. Within thirty seconds she had already marked two thin
Leon's POVThe morning partners meeting started like any other. Coffee, financial projections, quarterly reports. My senior partners sat around the conference table discussing portfolio performance and potential new acquisitions. I was glad they agreed to have the meeting still even though it was a
Anastasia's POV We finished eating and ordered coffee. The conversation shifted over to Leon. I asked about his life growing up in the Hart mansion with his grandma Eleanor and Alan."It was complicated," Leon admitted. "Eleanor loved me but she also had very specific expectations. I was supposed
Leon's POVI cleared my entire schedule for Friday. I canceled two board meetings, pushed back a conference call with investors, and told my assistant that unless the building was on fire, I was not taking calls until after three in the afternoon.James raised an eyebrow when he saw the blocked-out
Anastasia's POV Sara looked at the failed attempts around us. "You are trying to practice while exhausted and stressed. No wonder it is not working. Your brain is fried.""But I only have two days—""Two days is plenty of time if you are actually focused. But you cannot be focused if you are also







