I thought about that honestly.
I thought about Cassidy writing in her color-coded boxes, catching her own sign error and not bothering to hide how surprised she was at herself. Harlow explaining the difference between satin weights like she was sharing state secrets. Vivienne's ears going faintly pink when I said her hair looked good down. Sabrina falling asleep on my shoulder in the library and trusting my shoulder to hold the weight like it was nothing.
"Yeah," I said. "I actually do."
Iris nodded like that confirmed something she'd already known.
The manor gates swung open when the guard recognized the Lexus. He still checked my face through the window, but the process was faster now. Three weeks of daily visits had moved me from intensive scrutiny to a slightly friendlier version of suspicion.
Progress.
