Chapter 42 The Autumn Gown and Mrs. Mabel's Red Ribbon

SYLVIE'S POV

The question hung suspended in the quiet air, poised between the ember-red glow of the hearth and the subtle groan of the inn's timber walls.

Lucian's clasp over the open ledger was warm and unwavering. His fingers locked through mine without a sliver of hesitation, waiting for the an...

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