The morning air was crisp and fresh, the scent of blooming roses and lavender drifting on the gentle breeze as I made my way into the garden.
The Alfonzo estate, for all its tension and coldness, had one good feature—the beauty of the garden.
The sun was still low in the sky, casting a soft golden hue over everything it touched. Birds chirped melodically from the trees, and I let out a sigh of contentment, allowing myself to soak in the serenity of the moment.
I had done it. I had successfully seduced Bruno. I could still feel the lingering warmth from the night before, the way his hands had claimed me, the fire that had blazed between us.
My body hummed at the memory, but as much as I reveled in my small victory, I knew it wasn't enough. Not yet.
I needed more. I needed him to give me what Mrs. Alfonzo had demanded. A child.
The thought made my stomach churn with both excitement and fear.
