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"It’s beautiful," I admitted, clutching Carter’s hand as he slept soundly against my side. Our trusted nanny, Mrs. Gable, sat across from us, nodding in quiet approval.
"Its really beautiful, ma’am. And it looks like a place where a boy can grow up with a view," Mrs. Gable noted warmly.
After dropping the luggage and a sleepy Carter at the townhouse, Dara and I headed straight to the Aurelia Project site. The historic wharf was a hive of activity. Scaffolding climbed the old brick warehouses like iron ivy, and the smell of saltwater mixed with fresh concrete.
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