Tristan:
I didn’t think it was possible to feel this happy. Not after everything. Not after Griselda. But here I was, watching Stella in my space, her presence breathing life into rooms that once felt cold and hollow. She wandered around like she belonged, her fingers grazing surfaces, her curious eyes lighting up at the smallest things. And damn it, I liked that she was interested. I liked that she listened when I explained the significance behind that old vinyl record or why I preferred the vintage leather armchair by the window. Griselda never gave a damn about any of it. But Stella... she seemed to care about everything. About me.
Dinner had been more than I expected. The cook had smiled warmly at her. Smiled. That was new. She never liked Griselda. Hell, I was certain she once consi
