Seraphina’s POVI had no intention of running into Ivy Sinclair that afternoon. My appointment at the hospital concerned the foundation’s annual donation to the pediatric ward, a commitment arranged weeks before Nora’s operation. I had dressed carefully, brought the necessary paperwork, and promised myself I would not think about the dinner Dante had walked away from the night before.That promise lasted until I passed the café. Through its glass wall, I spotted Ivy sitting between Adrian Vale and Cole, the physician who seemed to appear whenever she needed someone. Three cups stood on their table, along with a plate of untouched pastries. For once, Ivy was not studying a medical report or waiting for news from a surgeon.Cole said something I could not hear. Ivy covered her mouth, then laughed, her shoulders shaking as Adrian smiled across the table. It was a brief laugh, but I had never seen her look that unguarded since Nora’s surgery. I stopped beside the corridor display, holding
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