MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel and Elizabeth sat at the dining table, enjoying a quiet breakfast. The soft clinking of cutlery was the only sound until Elizabeth broke the silence. “I’ve decided to resume work on Monday.”
Miguel looked up from his plate, surprised but pleased. “Well, that’s good news. What changed your mind?”
Elizabeth tilted her head, a teasing smile forming on her lips. “Hold on, what do you mean by ‘what changed my mind’? I’ve always wanted to work. I just wasn’t ready before,” she said.
Miguel smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Fair enough. I’m happy you finally feel ready,” he said.
Elizabeth nodded, seemingly satisfied. The two continued eating in silence, but Miguel seemed unusually quiet, his gaze distant. It was obvious he was contemplating something.
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