Sophia
The scent of warm honey-glazed bread, freshly whipped butter, and perfectly brewed herbal tea filled the expansive dining hall.
Light from the tall arched windows poured in, wrapping the table in a golden hue as if the morning itself had bent down to kiss the corners of the estate.
I sat at the long table, flanked by Erick on my left and his mother directly across from me. Though the table could seat at least ten people, the three of us sat close together, creating a sense of intimacy that didn’t quite match the grandeur of our surroundings.
Erick looked impeccable as always, dressed in a deep navy shirt with the top two buttons casually undone, his thick black hair tousled in a way that made him look devastatingly handsome without even trying. Every time he reached for his cup
