Sienna’s Pov
The morning sun poured through the wide glass windows of Alexander’s breakfast room.
I set my teacup down and looked straight across the wooden table at my husband. I wasn't going to let him drop this idea.
"Dom, you can help design the physical building for my mother’s mentoring program," I urged, leaning forward with a bright spark in my dark eyes. "It doesn't have to be a giant corporate obligation. You can just sketch out ideas for a warm, welcoming community space."
Dominic stiffened in his chair, rubbing his jaw with a hesitant frown.
"Sienna, I haven't designed a real building in over ten years," Dominic resisted, his deep voice carrying a quiet edge of doubt. "Revisiting an old abandoned dream will only remind me of everything I had to sacrifice when my father die
