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Coming Home

Author: Doriella Ray
last update publish date: 2026-07-04 02:08:28

The morning sun poured through the large windows of Lucia's new fashion house, filling the design studio with warm light.

Rolls of silk and lace covered the worktables. Mannequins stood dressed in unfinished gowns, while a small team of designers discussed fabrics nearby.

Lucia studied a sketch pinned to the wall before making a small adjustment with her pencil. "I think the neckline should be softer," she said.

One of the designers smiled. "I agree. It looks much more elegant now."

Lucia nodde
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    Three weeks passed peacefully after the gathering.For the first time in years, the Romano estate no longer woke to urgent phone calls or emergency meetings. Instead, mornings were filled with ordinary sounds.Children of the household staff laughed as they chased one another through the gardens.The soldiers trained on the far side of the estate, their movements sharp and disciplined. They were no longer preparing for war, only maintaining the strength that protected the family.Near the fountain, gardeners carefully trimmed blooming flowers while birds sang from the trees.It was a peaceful morning. Inside the main house, sunlight streamed through the bedroom curtains.Lucia slowly opened her eyes. She remained still for a moment before smiling. She had slept through the entire night.No nightmares. No explosions. No fear.Beside her, Alessio was already awake, quietly reading a report. Lucia sighed dramatically. “You’ve been awake for how long?”He looked up from the papers. “Not l

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