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Chapter 10: Foundations and Fathers

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Natalie’s POV

The space still smelled like plaster and paint.

Drop cloths lined the hardwood. Paint cans sat unopened in the corner, stacked like promises. The contractor, Marco, was yelling about wiring in the back, and somewhere behind him, a drill whined like an annoyed child.

It was chaos. Beautiful, pulsing chaos.

And it was mine. I was finally home. And that made all the chaos sound so beautiful.

I stood near the front windows, sunlight pooling at my feet, holding a steaming coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. The mockup for the boutique’s layout was clipped to it—angled fitting areas, a custom-built front desk, gallery-style racks that would make the space feel more like an art exhibit than a store.

I could see it now. How it would come together. Clean lines. Deep textures. A sanctuary for expression.

Just as I took a sip of my coffee, the front door jingled.

“Hola, mi niña,” came the warm voice I would recognize anywhere.

“Mamá?” I spun around, n
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