The Sunday evening sunset over Greenwich, Connecticut, was a masterpiece of rose, amber, and gold, bathing the stone walls of the cottage in warm, tranquil light. A gentle breeze rustled through the weeping willows, carrying the intoxicating perfume of two hundred blooming lavender plants from the restored glass greenhouse. In the cozy kitchen, the aroma of garlic, fresh basil, and roasting chicken filled the air. Adrian stood before the antique…
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