The next day, Delilah returned to the mansion as the evening sky turned a deep shade of blue.
Excitement still lingered from her day at the café, where Mrs. Layla had been generous, paid in full and offered praise that made Delilah’s heart soar.
It felt like a small victory, a boost of confidence she hadn’t expected but gladly welcomed.
After freshening up, she looked around for Marco, hoping he might be in the kitchen making one of his simple, comforting dishes like chicken noodle soup.
But the kitchen was empty, leaving her with a pang of mild disappointment.
She wandered back upstairs, passing by the closed doors until she stopped at the library.
Curious, she pushed the door open slightly, and there he was.
Marco was seated at the large oak desk, surrounded by piles of docum
