As my father's words hung in the air, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It wasn't a full blessing, but it was a start. Luke's eyes met mine, and I could see the same mixture of hope and cautious optimism reflected there.
"Thank you, Mr. Carlisle," Luke said, his voice steady and sincere. "I truly appreciate your willingness to give me this chance. I promise I won't let you down."
My father nodded stiffly, then turned to my mother. "Margaret, perhaps we could have some tea?"
"Of course, dear," my mother replied, rising gracefully. "Bella, why don't you help me in the kitchen?"
I followed my mother out of the room, casting one last glance at Luke over my shoulder. He gave me an encouraging smile before turning his attention to Jane, who had already launched into an animated discussio
