The morning sunlight filtered softly through the Redrich estate's dining room, scattering across the polished wooden table. The smell of fresh bread, eggs, and coffee filled the air, but Lea's attention wasn't on the breakfast. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap as she kept her gaze fixed on the floor, cheeks flushed pink.
Hugo, sitting at the head of the table, noticed immediately. His eyes, still carrying the tender glow from the previous night, followed her every movement. She hadn't looked at him once since she had joined the table.
"Morning, baby," Hugo said softly, his voice gentle yet teasing. "You're awfully quiet today."
Lea stiffened slightly, shaking her head. "I… I'm fine," she murmured, avoiding eye contact completely.
