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... t of glass and marble, as if declaring it had always been there and would always remain.
Inside, the east breakfast room was pristine. Sunlight spilled across the polished floor, catching the silverware and tall vases of fresh hydrangeas. The scent of brewed coffee, citrus, and warm bread lingered like an offering.
Isabella was already at the table. She had arranged everything herself that morning, sliced fruit in crystal bowls, omelets folded to perfection, a newspaper folded be ...
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