*Casa Moretti – Library, Late Night*
The storm rolled in just after midnight. Thunder cracked like an omen. Rain lashed the windows of the Moretti estate as if the sky itself wanted in.
Claire stood by the library's fireplace, wrapped in a shawl she hadn't worn in years. Her fingers traced the edge of a leather-bound volume, unread.
Behind her, footsteps.
“I thought you were asleep," Vincenzo said, entering the room.
“I was," she replied without turning. “But apparently, ghosts don't rest."
He stepped closer, watching her reflection in the darkened window.
“You don't belong in that gown," he said softly. “You belong in flame."
She turned, voice cool. “Still trying to dress me in things I didn't ask for."
He stepped closer. “You didn't destroy this one."
“I thought about it."
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