Chapter 10 - The New Dawn on East Seventy-Second Street
Three days later, the first real snow of the Manhattan winter fell softly over the limestone facade of the East Seventy-Second Street mansion, blanketing the city in a blanket of absolute, unbroken white.
Inside the grand dining room, the walnut table was set for breakfast.
The chandelier was adjusted to its warm, amber glow, casting a welcoming light across the polished wood.
At the head of the table sat Adrien Romano.
He wasn't eating alone today.
To his right, sitting securely in the antique walnut chair that had once belonged to Isabella, sat three-year-old Mia, wearing a bright pink sweater and happily dipping a warm, freshly flipped pancake into a small bowl of maple syrup.
Standing beside her, wearing a soft cream cashmere sweater instead of her old charcoal maid’s uniform, was Clara.
Adrien smiled—a real, uninhibited smile that crinkled the corners of his dark eyes—as Mia held up a sticky fork toward him.
“Try it, Daddy,” Mia said cheerfully.
Adrien didn't hesitate.
He leaned forward, accepting the bite from his daughter’s fork, chewing slowly while pretending to contemplate the culinary masterpiece with intense professional seriousness.
“Delicious,” Adrien declared solemnly, making Mia giggle with delight.
He looked up, catching Clara’s eye across the table.
The dark shadows that had haunted his face for three long years were completely gone, replaced by a fierce, undeniable peace.
“You know,” Adrien said, his voice warm and steady as he reached across the table to take Clara’s hand in his.
“I think you’re finally getting the hang of this parenting thing, Ms. Ellis.”
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Clara squeezed his hand back, her heart swelling with an emotion she no longer needed to hide.
“We make a pretty good team, Mr. Romano,” she smiled.
