Anna watched Daniel speak quietly with the housekeeper, giving a few instructions with the ease of someone who knew this place well. While he handled the arrangements, her attention drifted back to the house itself.
It did not have the overwhelming grandeur of the Clafford estate. Instead, it carried a warm, lived-in charm. Soft lights, wooden textures, a gentle scent of lavender drifting through the halls. It felt like a home. A real one. A place meant for family rather than display.
"Our room is prepared upstairs. Let us get changed."
Daniel's voice pulled her back, and she turned to see him walking toward her.
His calmness surprised her. He looked relaxed, content even, and that alone felt new. She nodded quietly, still taking in the space around her.
Daniel offered her a faint smile and guided her up the staircase. The moment he pushed open the door to the room, Anna's breath caught.
