The tabloids had finally grown tired of her.For the first time in weeks, no flashing cameras waited outside the Castell gates. The media had moved on to fresher scandals, leaving Hazel to her silence, a silence she guarded as if it were gold.Inside the mansion, everything shimmered with practiced tranquility. White orchids lined the hallways, faint music drifted from somewhere downstairs, and the smell of freshly baked croissants lingered in the air, Dimitri’s doing, of course.Hazel stepped into the dining room just as he finished setting the table. Two plates. Two cups. A small bowl of fruit, sliced precisely.He turned toward her with that effortless smile.“Morning, amore mio.”“Spare me the Italian,” she said mildly, sitting down. “You’ve been in Rome once.”“Twice,” he corrected, pouring her coffee. “And I picked up enough to sound romantic.”“Romance doesn’t work on me.”“I’m aware,” he replied smoothly, sliding the cup toward her. “That’s what makes it interesting.”Hazel st
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