Every year, on the anniversary of Victoria's passing, the sky seemed to gray over, thick with mist and sorrow. Today was no exception.At Oakridge Cemetery, late autumn had already begun to bite. Even the stone paths remained icy underfoot.Winter was still recovering from her illness, but she didn't care. She paid her respects to Victoria before her grave, placing flowers and carefully tending the weeds around the headstone."Mom, I'm here," she whispered.She leaned in to wipe the black-and-white photo with a clean handkerchief, as if brushing Victoria's weathered face. "Have you missed me?"In the photo, Victoria wore no makeup, her thoughtful eyes bright behind a pair of delicate glasses. She wasn't breathtakingly beautiful, but her features were refined, graceful, and completely without pretense.Victoria had hated having her picture taken, hated attending tedious social events with Steven, and hated shallow, unsophisticated, crude businessmen. Even finding this single portr
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