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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
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ROXANNE POV

The car ride back to the Raphaël estate had been quieter than expected.

Angel had nodded off halfway through, her little head resting on Mrs. Clara's shoulder. Cedric drove with that signature silence of his, only speaking when necessary, and Adam rode shotgun, arms crossed and gaze fixed on the winding road that led back to the main gates.

As the car rolled into the long circular driveway, Mrs. Clara gently stirred Angelina awake. "We're home, darling."

Angel yawned and blinked sleepily while I unbuckled my seatbelt.

Mrs. Clara turned slightly in her seat. "Cedric, help Roxanne with the bags."

I immediately shook my head. "Oh, that’s not necessary. I can manage."

She gave me a thin, unreadable smile. "I insist."

Cedric gave a subtle nod and stepped out of the car without a word, moving toward the trunk. I followed behind more slowly, glancing at the bags packed tightly in the back.

"Adam." Mrs. Clara called, already halfway toward the mansion with Angel holding her hand
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