The Moore estate was unusually vibrant that morning. Light streamed through every window. Laughter echoed in the hallways. The scent of fresh-baked bread and roses drifted through the air like a quiet song of home.
But it wasn’t the estate that had changed.
It was them
Aurora walked barefoot across the marble floor, cradling a cup of tea in one hand and a notepad in the other. She paused at the doorway of Adrian’s office, where he sat reviewing designs for the company’s new expansion—a project they had both poured their hearts into.
He looked up and smiled. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
She smirked. “I am. Just resting with ideas.”
Adrian chuckled. “Of course you are.”
She crossed the room and leaned over his shoulder, skimming the sketches. “These look good.”
“They’re your ide
