Scarlett’s POV.I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my father’s mouth. The sound of them replayed in my head over and over again, cutting into me in a way I knew would linger for the rest of my life.He looked at me with disgust and pure disappointment, his voice bitter, and his accusations unrelenting. He had torn apart every part of me he could find and left me with nothing but shame.It was hard to breathe through it.I had never wanted much from him. I had never asked for wealth, never asked for his approval in my work or my choices. I only wanted to be his daughter. Not perfect, not extraordinary, just accepted. To be loved. But even that was too much for him.By the time Leon pulled me into his arms, I was already broken. His words came in strong, steady tones, trying to undo the horrible things that had been said to me.He told me my father’s words were meaningless, that they didn’t define me. I wanted to believe him.I wanted to take the strength in his voice and
Leon’s POV.Scarlett had been avoiding me ever since she had kissed me.She thought I hadn’t noticed, but I had. She’d been walking way-too-noticeable circles around me. She slipped out of rooms a little too quickly when I would enter them, kept her replies short when I asked her how she was doing, and made excuses to stay in her room most of the time. If she couldn’t avoid me entirely, she buried herself in work, always pulling up her laptop or sketchbook like it was her protection against the truth.I knew why.She was embarrassed.And the truth was, I didn’t blame her.I had thought about telling her how much that kiss meant to me, how it had shaken something loose inside me that I had long buried. But every time I got close, I pulled back. The morning I drove her to her meeting, I almost said it. My mouth had opened, the words had been there on the tip of my tongue. But then I stopped.What if she regretted it? What if she had kissed me only because she’d been overwhelmed, upset,
Scarlett’s POV.Leon didn’t speak right away. He just sat there, his hands resting loosely on the wheel, his gaze fixed forward. The quiet inside the car grew heavier by the second, pressing down on me until I found myself fidgeting with the strap of my purse.I could feel him thinking, weighing whether or not to say something, and every nerve in me screamed that this was it—that he was going to bring up the kiss I had been trying so desperately to forget.My palms were damp, my throat tight. The longer he stayed silent, the more convinced I became that he was searching for the right words to let me down gently.Finally, he exhaled a soft sigh. “Good luck,” he finally said. His voice was calm, measured, offering nothing more.Relief and disappointment tangled in my chest, leaving me off balance. Before I could respond, the locks clicked. I blinked in surprise as Leon stepped out of the car, his movements brisk and deliberate as he rounded the front of the car to my side.Of course. He
Scarlett’s POV.The moment my lips left his, panic rushed in. My heart was still pounding, but this time it wasn’t from relief or gratitude—it was from mortification. What had I just done?Heat spread across my face, and I couldn’t even look at him. The music box was still clutched tightly against me, but my mind was too consumed with the fact that I had actually kissed Leon.Leon Rosenthal.The man who had done so much for me, the man who had been nothing but supportive and patient, and I had just… thrown myself at him.I didn’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the rush of emotion. Maybe it was gratitude spilling over in the wrong direction. Maybe it was the loneliness that had been gnawing at me for years, the hunger for someone to just hold me.But whatever the reason, it was a mistake. It had to be.“I—I’m so sorry,” I stammered, stumbling backward as my hands fumbled uselessly. “I shouldn’t have—I don’t know why I—” The words tangled in my throat, choking me as I tried to str
Scarlett’s POV.The ride home had been quiet, but the kind of quiet that wrapped around me like a soft blanket instead of pressing down on me like it once had. I still couldn’t believe how wonderful the day had been. I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed that much, or smiled without holding back, or felt free from the weight of my past. Maybe I never had. Not until today.As soon as we stepped inside the manor, I found myself wandering straight toward the nursery. Something pulled me there, a need to put the last finishing touch on what had been such a perfect day.The moment I walked in, my eyes swept over the pale cream walls, the golden light spilling through the curtains, the small details I had fussed over for weeks.I carried the frame I had ordered and the charcoal sketch we’d had done in the park. With careful fingers, I placed the drawing into the frame, smoothing it out as though it were made of something delicate. I hung it in the middle of the wall above the cribs, t
Leon’s POV.I had no business being in a park in the middle of broad daylight. This time of day were usually reserved for scheduling meetings, arranging contracts, or answering emails.That thought looped in my mind from the moment Scarlett insisted we come here.It was absolutely absurd.A man like me didn’t spend afternoons among picnic blankets and stray dogs, listening to children shriek as though their lungs would never tire. I was out of place in every possible way—I was too rigid, too formal, and way too accustomed to boardrooms and deadlines.But Scarlett had looked at me with such earnestness when she asked that I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. There had been a desperation in her eyes, though faint, as though this mattered more than she dared to admit. And for reasons I could not rationalize, I found myself agreeing.Alright—I’d admit it—a bigger part of me just enjoyed the mere company of hers and that I liked being near her in general.Now here I was, sitting stiffly on a