Annenburg, Province X

At the Ormond family estate, the air was filled with the laughter of children and the quiet warmth of a winter afternoon. After lunch, Elora and her cousins sat under the gazebo in the snow-dusted yard, enjoying each other's company while watching their younger brothers play gleefully in the

snow.

Tatum, the private chef Elora had recently hired, approached the gazebo with a tray in hand. His arrival was as calming as a warm breeze on a frosty day.

up his face. The Ormond sisters exchanged quick glances; they had all noticed how charming Tatum was. His cooking was exceptional, but it wasn't just his culinary skills that made him stand out. There was something about his demeanor-his warmth and quiet attentiveness-that made him a joy to have around. Even the bitter cold seemed less biting in his presence. The young women weren't cold, though. Their clothing was warm and luxurious, perfectly suited for

small portable stove to keep it warm, along with a selection of snacks designed to be eaten hot. His thoughtfulness was evident; nothing would grow cold on his watch. Elora nodded in appreciation but waved him off gently. "We've

should rest-you'll need your energy

others in the family might share

is," she

Elora placed in Tatum was unshakable. Since he had become her private chef, meals had

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