A year had passed since the fox‑lanterns drifted on Central Park's lake. Now, the Rivers‑Blackwood family stood aboard **Aurora**, a sleek, wind‑powered catamaran dancing on the turquoise waters of the Amalfi Coast. The sun slid toward the horizon, painting the sky in blush and gold—the very colors of Lena's first “Fox and Flame" collection.
Lena Rivers leaned against the polished teak rail, sea salt in her hair and Max perched on her hip. He pointed eagerly at the Ragged Sword Cliffs, where ancient lemon trees clung to rocky ledges. “Mommy, can we have a picnic there?"
She laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Of course, Agent Fox. After we finish our evening toast."
Damien Blackwood emerged from the cabin doorway, holding two flutes of sparkling rosé. His tailored white linen shirt
