Third person POV
It began with subtle shifts, whispers of change that echoed throughout the Carrington estate. From the knowing glances exchanged between maids to the quiet, respectful nods from older workers who had once sided with Maria or Cassie, everything was different now. Scarlett wasn’t just “the woman in Jasper’s life” anymore. She was the woman who owned his heart, the one he woke up beside, the one who cooked him dinner, laughed with him in the kitchen, and shared secrets beneath midnight stars.
The air around the estate seemed lighter, more accepting, as though even the walls had finally conceded that what Jasper and Scarlett shared was no longer temporary, it was permanent. Real. The type of love that couldn’t be bought or bargained. And still, in the quiet of their shared b
