Sunlight streamed through the grand windows of the Cedar Ridge mansion’s dining room, bathing the polished mahogany table in a warm glow. The clink of silverware and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the quiet air.
Dressed in a crisp white apron that highlighted her graceful movements, Millie glided between the table and kitchen door, balancing a tray laden with steaming plates.
She and Clara moved in sync—the toast arranged just right, the coffee poured with care. Still, Millie couldn’t shake the feeling of being under a microscope.
Ethan’s eyes stayed on her with an intensity that made her stomach tighten. Every time their gazes met, a slow warmth spread through her. His stares weren’t fleeting or casual; they held possession, a silent reminder of what had happened between them the nig
