(Aspen’s POV)
The black car pulled up just after ten.
I had barely stepped onto the front walk when the driver opened the door and Henry stepped out.
He looked polished in that effortless way that didn’t try too hard. Dark coat. Calm smile. The kind of presence that made people straighten without realizing why.
Inside the house, Victoria stopped mid step.
She stared through the window, her expression tightening instantly.
“That’s Henry Grimaldi,” she said flatly.
Grandpa Charles came to stand beside her, his face lighting up. “Well I’ll be damned.”
Henry looked up and smiled when he saw me, then turned respectfully toward the house as Charles stepped outside.
“Sir,” Henry said warmly. “Thank you for allowing me to take Aspen out for the day.”
Grandpa Charles clasped his hands tog
