Mia
The castle felt lighter this morning, as though the walls themselves had heard the laughter before I did. The moment I stepped out into the courtyard, sunlight spilled over the marble floors in ribbons of gold, warm, soft, and strangely alive. Something good was coming; I could feel it.
And then I saw her.
Daisy.
She looked radiant, more so than I had ever seen her. Her hair caught the light like strands of spun copper, her skin glowing with that effortless beauty that only happiness can bring. The moment our eyes met, she smiled, and my heart leapt.
“Five months,” she said, pressing a hand to her round belly with that small, secret grin only mothers have. “He’s been kicking every morning like clockwork. I think he’ll be as stubborn as his father.”
Behind her, Enrique chuckled, c
