The days passed with an ease that Lucas hadn’t anticipated. Mira was like a breath of fresh air in Ravenswood, effortlessly adjusting to the estate’s rhythm. She was graceful, intelligent, and had a way of making even the most mundane conversation feel alive. Lucas found himself spending more time with her than he had intended, but the connection felt natural—fluid, even.
Sitting together in the drawing room, Mira laughed softly as Lucas recounted a story from his childhood, her eyes gleaming in the dim light of the fireplace.
“You were quite the troublemaker, weren’t you?” Mira teased, leaning back in her chair with a playful smirk.
Lucas chuckled. “I guess you could say that. Ravenswood has seen its fair share of chaos because of me.”
“Well, I’m sure it was all in good fun,” Mira sai
