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CHAPTER 41: Stock-Take
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Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin CHAPTER 45 Cynthia's Chapter
CYNTHIANovember arrived and the courtyard tree lost the last of its leaves.She stood on the balcony on the first of November with her coffee and watched it happen, a few leaves releasing in the morning wind and drifting down to the courtyard below with the unhurried indifference of things that had been doing this for decades and would continue long after anyone watching them was gone. By afternoon the tree would be bare. By spring it would be something else entirely.She had been thinking about that a lot lately. The specific patience of trees. The way they didn't resist the seasonal stripping but simply allowed it, released what needed releasing without ceremony, and then waited in the bare honest truth of themselves until the conditions changed.She was trying to learn that.Eduardo appeared beside her with his own coffee, no announcement, no asking whether she wanted company. That was one of the first things she had understood about him on Patricia's terrace in Portugal, that he
Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin CHAPTER 44 Simon and Cynthia
SIMON She called on a Wednesday. I had been expecting it since Scarlett had told me about Sunday's conversation. Cynthia was a woman who completed things. She would not leave the conversation half finished. "Simon," she said when I picked up. "Cynthia," I said. "Can we meet?" she said. "Just us. Not at the mansion." "Of course," I said. "Where?" "There's a café near the flat," she said. "Thursday at ten. Eduardo will be at his language class." Eduardo was taking English language classes, apparently, three mornings a week. Cynthia had mentioned it in a text to Scarlett who had mentioned it to me with the specific expression of someone finding something deeply charming. "Thursday at ten," I said. "Good," she said. Then: "Simon." "Yes." "I'm not coming to fight," she said. "I want you to know that before Thursday. I've done my fighting privately and I'm done with it." "Okay," I said. "I just need to finish the conversation," she said. "For myself." "I understand," I said.
Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin CHAPTER 43 The Conversation
SCARLETT Mom called on a Sunday morning in the fourth week of October. Not the every-other-day call, the checking-in version. Something in the quality of her voice when I picked up told me immediately that this was different. "Are you free today?" she said. "Yes," I said. "Can you come to the flat?" she said. "Just us. Eduardo is fishing." A pause. "I think it's time for the real conversation." I had known it was coming. She had said she would ask when she was ready and she was ready and I had promised to tell her the truth when she asked. "I'll be there at eleven," I said. I told Simon when I came downstairs. He was in the kitchen, Sunday morning version, reading glasses, newspaper, unhurried. He looked up when I came in and read my face. "Today?" he said. "Today," I said. He folded the newspaper. "Are you ready?" "I've been ready," I said. "I've been waiting for her to be." He looked at me steadily. "Tell her everything," he said. "Not the managed version. Everything.
Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin CHAPTER 42 Eduardo
CYNTHIA Eduardo arrived on a Tuesday with one bag and no ceremony. This was characteristic of him, she had learned over the months of Portugal and phone calls and his eventual appearance in her city life. He moved through the world with the specific lightness of someone who had long ago decided that things were more important than the impression of things and had arranged his life accordingly. He stood in the entrance of her fourth floor flat with his one bag and looked around with the evaluating eye he applied to spaces the way Petra applied it to structures and Clara applied it to buildings. "Good light," he said. "I know," she said. "It's why I took it." He walked to the window and looked at the courtyard below. "The tree will be better in spring," he said. "I know that too," she said. "I'm waiting." He turned from the window and looked at her with the direct uncomplicated attention that had been the first thing she had noticed about him on Patricia's terrace. Not the atte
Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin CHAPTER 41: Stock-Take
SCARLETTThe second month of fashion school began on a Monday and I marked the start of it the way I marked most things now, quietly and without ceremony, with coffee in the kitchen before anyone else was up and the sketchbook open on the counter and the specific feeling of someone who had crossed a threshold and was now simply on the other side of it.One month done. I thought about what that meant.Petra, Gideon, Dr. Anand's precise silences and the translation problem and the central pivot and the ordinary final piece. Callum and his competitive sketchbook-angling that had become background noise. The material library and the print room and the thirty-two people I now had a working understanding of.The Threshold collection at the stage where it was beginning to look like itself rather than the idea of itself.One month.It had moved the way significant months did, both faster and slower than expected, the days sometimes feeling long and full and sometimes feeling like they were go
Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin Chapter 40: One month
SCARLETTThe end of the first month arrived on a Friday.Dr. Anand had scheduled individual progress reviews, fifteen minutes each, the first formal assessment of where each student was and where the work was going. The list was alphabetical which put me in the middle of the afternoon, two thirty, the studio quiet by then with most students finished and gone.I brought the toiles. All six of them, carefully packed, the dress forms wheeled from my station to the review room where Anand sat with the particular stillness of someone who had been doing this for long enough that nothing surprised her but everything interested her.I set them up in sequence. The restructured order, the transitional piece in the center, the five pieces building toward and away from it.Then the sixth form. The ordinary piece. The one I had been working toward since Tessa's studio floor observation.It wasn't finished. But it was far enough along to be legible.Anand stood and walked the sequence slowly.She d
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