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Ch 10: Elena—“Are You a Prince?”

Author: Zyma Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-19 09:39:55
The pancake batter hits the griddle with a satisfying sizzle.

Today is for chocolate chips and cartoons, Mrs. Patel's day off, and Ava perched on the counter in her unicorn pajamas. Her legs swing against the cabinet doors in a rhythm only she can hear.

"Three chocolate chips for the ears." Ava leans over the griddle, her breath fogging the steam. "And two for the nose. That makes it a bear, Mommy."

"Mathematical genius." I flip the pancake. The chocolate chips have already melted into abstract shapes that look nothing like a bear. "What would I do without you?"

"Making only circle pancakes."

"Probably."

She giggles, that sound that makes every sleepless night and board meeting worth it. My daughter. My anchor. The one piece of my life that has nothing to do with Adrian Kane.

Except she does now. Since yesterday. Since that moment in the park when she dropped Mr. Floppington at his feet like an offering.

I slide the pancake onto her plate. She drowns it in syrup with the enthusiasm of
Zyma Writes

Writing Elena as simply “Mom”—not CEO or strategist—was such a gentle pause in her journey. 💖 Through Ava’s eyes, she’s reminded what love could be: pure, fearless, and kind. Do you think Ava’s innocent view of love might be the key to softening Elena’s heart? 👑✨

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