The apartment was quiet, mid-morning light spilling gently across the kitchen table where Fiora sat with her sketchbook and a mug of tea, wedding notes scattered beside her in a mess Seo would have organized within ten minutes if she'd been there.
Lucien arrived a little after ten, letting himself in with the key she'd given him weeks ago, a small paper bag from the bakery down the street in hand.
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