The Best Estate was as grand as ever—an imposing, old-world mansion nestled on acres of manicured gardens, its sprawling size enough to make anyone feel small.
Amelia hadn’t been here since she was pretending as Andrew's woman. Back then, it had felt like trespassing. Now, she walked the stone-paved courtyard with slower, more certain steps, but her heart thudded like a warning drum. She was here to see Oliver. That was all. Not to rekindle anything. Not to stake a claim. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
The butler greeted her stiffly, like she was an inconvenient delivery, and led her through the echoing halls toward the east wing.
Oliver ran to her the moment he saw her in the sunroom.
“Mommy!”
Her heart melted as he flung himself into her arms. “Hey, baby,” she whis
