LOGINEleanor found me in the sunroom with a small velvet box balanced carefully in both hands.
"I found something this morning," she said.
There was a faint smile on her face.
"Something that reminded me of you."
She set the box on the table between us.
My eyes fell to the velvet.
Something about it felt familiar.
"Eleanor?"
"Open i
By midweek, the mansion had been fully transformed.Flowers arrived in enormous crates. Staff moved through the halls with hurried efficiency, and a tailor came twice to adjust the gown Eleanor had insisted on commissioning for the gala.Ivory silk, elegant and stunning.Simple enough to let the jewelry speak for itself.I let myself get swept into the preparations, grateful for anything that kept my hands busy while my mind kept returning to the terrace.To Adrian's unfinished sentence.To how he dismissed it as not important.I didn't believe that.I hadn't believed it since he'd said it."You seem happy," Martha observed while pinning the hem of my gown."I am."And mostly, I meant it."And the young master?"I hesitated."He's been busy."It was true.Just not the whole truth.Martha didn't push. She simply returned to her work, humming softly, and I
Eleanor found me in the sunroom with a small velvet box balanced carefully in both hands."I found something this morning," she said.There was a faint smile on her face."Something that reminded me of you."She set the box on the table between us.My eyes fell to the velvet.Something about it felt familiar."Eleanor?""Open it."I lifted the lid.And froze.Inside was the emerald brooch.The real one.The stone caught the afternoon light, deep green and impossibly rich, surrounded by delicate silverwork that looked almost like frost.For a moment, I couldn't speak.Then the memory came back.Not slowly.All at once.
Adrian arrived at the Guild earlier than expected.He hadn't told Celia he was coming.He'd decided to surprise her with lunch instead.It should have been a simple thing.Something small.Something they would have laughed about later.Instead, he stopped just inside the doorway.Celia was standing near the far window, bent slightly over a workbench.She was laughing.A young man stood beside her.Adrian didn't recognize him.Dark hair. Worn apron. One of the Guild's apprentices, judging by his clothes.The man was holding a small tool, demonstrating something with obvious enthusiasm. Celia leaned closer to see, her attention completely absorbed by whatever he was showing her.Then she laughed again.
He found her in the small study she'd slowly claimed as her own.Celia was bent over a sketch of a necklace clasp, a magnifying loupe pushed into her hair, completely absorbed in whatever detail had captured her attention.She didn't notice him in the doorway.Adrian stood there for a long moment.He watched the careful movement of her pencil.The slight tilt of her head when she reconsidered a line.The small furrow between her brows whenever something wasn't quite right.Beside her sat a half-finished cup of tea, long forgotten. A cold ring had formed beneath it on the saucer.She looked peaceful.Certain.Like she belonged here.But somehow, that was what unsettled him.She had built this herself.The apprentice
I felt it the moment I walked through the door.That particular stillness the house seemed to take on whenever something unwelcome was waiting inside it.I found my parents in the receiving room.My mother sat perched at the edge of the settee, her back perfectly straight, as though she were afraid of dirtying the furniture. My father stood near the window with his hands clasped behind his back, surveying the room the way he used to survey a balance sheet."Celia."My mother rose, offering me the smile she reserved for company."There you are.""You're here."It wasn't quite a greeting."We were in the area," my father said.It wasn't quite true either.I didn't sit.Neither did they, not really.The entire room fe
I slid the phone back into my pocket before Adrian could see the screen, my hands not quite steady.“Celia.”“It’s nothing.”“You’ve gone pale.”I forced a smile, the kind I’d been perfecting my entire life, the kind that had fooled people far sharper than Adrian Lancaster.“I think today just caught up with me- the assignment. Mr. Alden wanting to talk. It’s a lot.”He studied me for a moment longer than I was comfortable with.Eventually, his shoulders eased, and I watched him decide to believe the easier explanation.“You don’t have to carry all of it alone, you know.”“I know.”“I mean it.”He reached for my hand, turning it gently in his.
The moment Adrian asked me what happened, the entire room went silent.For a second, I genuinely thought I had misheard him.Because in twenty-four years, nobody had ever asked for my version first.Not when Sienna broke Mother's favorite vase and blamed me.Not when Father accused me of losing an
I knew that smile.I had spent my entire life learning what it meant.To everyone else, Sienna Rowan looked beautiful, sweet, delicate and innocent, like she could never hurt a fly.The kind of woman people instinctively wanted to protect.To me, that smile was a warning.A storm cloud.A lit match
Once again I forgot to breathe.That voice, I knew exactly who it was. I looked back to confirm my fact. Adrian stood a few feet away, one hand tucked into his pocket, his expression unreadable.The older woman's smile faltered."M.. Mr..Lancaster." She stuttered. He didn't look at her immediate
"No."The word slipped out before I could stop it. It sounded too small in the drawing room, but it was enough to make the very air freeze.My father slowly looked up from the contract in his hand."What did you say?" Victor Rowan asked, his voice calm.I swallowed, though my throat had already dri







