The dining room was quiet except for the soft clinking of cutlery against porcelain. The golden chandelier above them cast a warm light that shimmered off the glass table. Gabriel and Isla ate in silence, both lost in thought. Every minute, their eyes met—It was brief and it said everything words couldn’t. There was something unspoken between them. A lot actually. For Gabriel, his thoughts were simple yet heavy. He wanted Isla to feel at home here, in their new beginning. But he could sense her discomfort every second—not unhappiness, but the unease of a woman who wasn’t used to being waited on. Isla had always been independent, the kind who preferred doing things herself. Yet now, in this grand house full of staff ready to serve her every need, she was learning to accept help, even if it didn’t sit easily with her. For Isla, her heart was burdened by a different kind of weight. Guilt. She thought of Alfred’s confession, of Gabriel’s real mother, and the secret she was forced to
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