Vienna’s POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. My body was heavy, my mind fogged, my dreams a blur of faces I’d rather forget.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and blinked at the notification light.1 new message—unknown number. Attached photos."Probably spam," I muttered, tossing the phone aside. I didn’t have the energy to deal with scams or whatever fresh nonsense the internet had for me.After a quick shower and some light makeup to disguise the exhaustion under my eyes, I headed to Petit Paris. The smell of butter, coffee and vanilla wrapped around me the moment I walked in.Ashley was already in the kitchen, piping cream into éclairs. When our eyes met, she smiled cautiously. "Morning.""Morning," I said, keeping my tone neutral but not cold. The fragile truce between us was holding.The other staff noticed, too. Zoey joked, "Wow, it’s peaceful in here. I’m starting to miss the silent tension already." Everyone laughed—even me.It felt good
Warren’s POVSomehow, I was at the bar again. At ‘our afterwork ritual’, as Lauren liked to call it. She’d managed to drag me out every single night this week. I honestly didn’t have the energy to resist.I just sat next to her like furniture, staring at the condensation sliding down my glass. I tipped it back and swallowed the last of my whiskey. "Another?" Lauren asked with one of her too-sugary smiles.I nodded. Not because I wanted it, but because it was easier than thinking.When the bartender slid another drink in front of me, Lauren launched into another story about work. Her laughter filled the empty space between us.But all I could think about was Vienna. After our last encounter at the bakery, it felt like all was lost.I used to live for her. Breathe for her. Every rhythm of my heart—Daniel’s heart—used to beat for her.And now, every time it did, it hurt."Hey," Lauren’s voice cut through my thoughts. "You okay? You’ve been zoning out all night."I gave her a small shrug.
Vienna’s POVEdward’s request caught me off guard. "Oh…" I hesitated, rubbing my palms together. "Uh… Warren and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms right now."Edward’s brow furrowed, his tone softening. "I see. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just—" He took a deep breath. "—if Daniel’s heart is still beating out there somewhere, I’d like to meet the person who carries it.""I get that," I said carefully. "It’s just… a sensitive topic for him."Edward nodded thoughtfully. "But what if," he added, "somehow, part of Daniel’s personality has transferred too. It can’t be a coincidence you ended up falling in love with this man, right?"My throat suddenly felt dry. "I… Uh… I don’t know. Maybe not…""Maybe," he said gently, "you could just pass on his details? I can find him myself. I don’t even have to mention that I found out through you."I studied him for a moment—the familiar tilt of his head, the way he clasped his hands when nervous. It was so Daniel it almost hurt."Okay,
Vienna’s POV"You know Daniel?" the man asked, stepping closer, cautious hope in his eyes.As he moved into the light, I froze. There were similarities—the same height, the same jawline, even the same dimple in his left cheek—but there were also differences. His hair was shorter and slightly darker. His voice had a rough edge Daniel’s never had."Wait…" I blinked, my pulse quickening. "You’re… not him?"The man looked startled. "No, I—"But I was already sinking into a chair, my breath leaving me in a rush. "Oh God," I whispered, pressing a hand to my chest. "I thought I’d just seen a ghost.""A ghost?" he repeated softly, a crease forming between his brows. "You don’t mean…"I looked up at him again, meeting those eyes that weren’t Daniel’s but almost were, and it hit me like a wave. The grief. The ache. The impossible wish that it was him standing there."I… I’m sorry, sir," I managed, my voice trembling. "But if you’re not Daniel, then… who are you?"He sat down on the chair beside
Vienna’s POVI threw myself into my new project at the orphanage with everything I had. Designing and setting up a little bakery corner there filled every free hour I could find. Measuring countertops, sketching layouts, testing recipes—it all helped quiet the noise inside me. All the chaos, the anger, the heartbreak… it all faded when I focused on the children and this new purpose I’d found. It was exactly what I needed.At Petit Paris, Zoey became my eyes and ears while I was away. One afternoon, she caught me at the back door, lowering her voice."Vienna, just so you know—Ashley’s been good. Shows up early, helps the others, never complains. If she’s acting up, she’s hiding it really well."I nodded slowly. "Thanks, Zoey. Just… keep an eye out, alright? I’ve got cameras installed now too, just in case."She grinned. "You really don’t trust easily, do you?""Not anymore," I murmured.A few days later, when I stopped by the bakery to check in, Ashley was waiting by the counter, wrin
Vienna’s POVThe next few days at the bakery passed in a blur of flour, frosting, and forced politeness.Ashley kept trying to get back on my good side. Asking if I wanted coffee, offering to help with extra shifts, complimenting my piping techniques like I hadn’t been doing this my entire life. I ignored her, pretending I didn’t hear half of what she said.The others noticed, of course.Zoey, our barista, tried to lighten the air. "You two should really do a bake-off," she joked one morning. "Winner picks the playlist for the week."Ashley forced a laugh. "Oh, I’d lose. Vienna’s the queen here."I didn’t even look up from my tray. "Glad you know it," I muttered.The silence that followed was thick enough to slice with a knife.When my phone buzzed that afternoon, and I saw Bella’s name light up the screen, I almost sighed with relief."Vienna!" she said, breathless and excited. "They called. We can come get Lily today. Noah and I are heading to the orphanage now. Do you want to come