The scent of jasmine tea and old paperbacks hung comfortably in Lucy’s cozy apartment. Rain lashed softly against the windowpanes, creating a secluded world inside. Lucy, perched on the arm of her vintage armchair, watched Amelia turning the delicate silver spoon in her cup, her eyes distant.
“Honestly, Luce, I really missed you,” Amelia said, finally meeting her gaze. “It felt... incomplete without you. You know?”
Lucy reached out and squeezed her knee affectionately. “I know, sweetie. I am so sorry about Aunt Carol. But I was with you in spirit, promise.”
Amelia smiled faintly, then lifted her left hand. The diamond on the engagement ring caught the dim light from the table lamp, scattering brilliant, cold sparks. It was a magnificent stone, undeniable proof of Austin’s wealth and
