Chapter 45: The Three of Us
The morning sun broke through sheer linen curtains in soft golds and blues, stretching across Henrick’s estate like a quiet blessing. Birds chirped gently beyond the open terrace. The aroma of warm cinnamon, sweet fruit, and rising bread floated through the hallways. It was the kind of day that didn’t announce itself but waited patiently to be noticed.
Inside, the house was full but hushed charged with the kind of anticipation only a rare day brings. Today wasn’t just a vow renewal. It wasn’t just a celebration of love reborn. Today was Henessa’s seventh birthday.
And Tiania Thamaris was about to walk down the aisle again—this time, not burdened by expectation or fear, but carried by something simpler, deeper: choice.
