Amelia
It had been a month since the dinner at Harrington's place.
Life hadn’t slowed down. If anything, it had picked up speed. Mom’s patisserie and café was coming to life faster than I expected.
The setup had moved at lightning speed. Within the first two weeks, the purchase was finalized, workers were hired, equipment was delivered and installed, and the interior was painted in the soft pastel tones mom has always liked.
I had helped a few times with the planning. A grand opening was scheduled for next weekend.
And Adrian... he had been just as busy.
The Harrington acquisition was in its final stages. Meetings, calls, documents, negotiations... they were all constant.
But he still kind of made time for us. We went out together, sometimes for lunch, sometimes for dinner. Even th
