Noelle sighed softly.
“I’m getting older,” she murmured. “Sometimes I worry I won’t live long enough to see it.”
Pain twisted sharply through Raina’s chest.
“You will,” she whispered quickly. “You’ll see everything.”
Even if I won’t.
The thought remained trapped behind her smile.
She moved gently behind Noelle’s chair.
“Let me massage your shoulders.”
Noelle chuckled softly.
“You always know how to spoil me.”
Raina’s fingers had barely touched her shoulders when the lounge door suddenly opened.
Helen entered first.
Elegant and composed.
Sophia followed quietly behind her in white lace, looking delicate enough to shatter under harsh light.
“Mom,” Helen said smoothly, “this is Sophie. My goddaughter.”
The title lingered heavily in the room.
Noelle’s expression didn’t change i
