The following morning in Provence dawned crisp and gold, the rising sun bathing the stone farmhouse in radiant amber light. Standing together on the sun-drenched private terrace with cups of fresh café au lait, overlooking the endless purple expanse of blooming lavender, Natasha turned to find Alec watching her with quiet, undisguised adoration. Alec smiled—a slow, breathtaking smile that melted the last lingering shadow from her heart. He reached into…
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