Everything was exactly the brands Sydney was used to. If the rest of Delta Mansion had already impressed Sydney with Julian's meticulous care, stepping into the walk-in closet left her completely stunned.Rows upon rows of clothes filled the space—every style she had ever worn, from her teenage years to now—perfectly arranged. Each stage of her life, every change in taste, was preserved in careful order, as though someone had been quietly keeping track.The precision bordered on obsessiveness. And she knew at once whose particular sense of order it was.Something featherlight brushed against her heart, a soft, persistent flutter she couldn't shake.Sydney reached for one of the lower drawers, curious about what else he had hidden, when the man behind her cleared his throat."You take a look," Julian said, sounding slightly awkward. "I'll go out first. If you need anything, tell Polly."Polly Watkins, the housekeeper at Delta Mansion, had practically raised Elliot and Peter.Not
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