The chocolates melted on my tongue, rich and decadent. I reached for another, savoring the momentary escape they provided from the chaos my life had become. These treats had appeared mysteriously on my desk this morning—another gift from an unknown sender.
"You've been receiving quite a few presents lately," a voice observed from my doorway.
I looked up to find Lady Isolde Nightwing standing there, elegant as always in her navy dress. Her eyes, so similar to Ronan's, watched me with gentle curiosity.
"May I come in, Seraphina?" she asked.
I nodded, hastily wiping chocolate from my fingers. "Of course, Lady Nightwing."
"Please, call me Isolde." She glided into the room, taking a seat in the armchair near my window. "We are family, after all."
Family. The word felt foreign, almost laughable given how her sons treated me. But I maintained my amnesia act, offering a polite smile.
"Are you enjoying the chocolates?" she asked.
