~~Author’s pov~~The next few days settled into something that almost looked like a routine.Almost.Mornings at the breakfast table with Ciro. That in between silence they had found after the study incident, not warm like before, not sharp like the morning after, just two people existing in the same space without actively fighting about it.She took the pastries when they were pushed toward her.He refilled her tea sometimes without being asked.Nobody made anything of any of it.Afternoons she spent mostly in the library or the garden.Violetta surprisingly came every day.That was the thing she noticed.Not once or twice. Every single day without fail, mid morning, heels on the stone path, two coffees in hand, that easy energy arriving before she did.They talked. Really talked.About everything and nothing.About what it was like growing up the way Oriana had, orphanage, law school, fighting for every single thing in a city that hadn’t particularly wanted to give her any of it.V
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