Elara
The next morning at the breakfast table, I immediately sensed the shift in Dominic's behavior.
"Morning, sweetheart," he said, his voice carrying an unmistakable warmth as he dropped a casual kiss on top of my head.
Elizabeth watched us with that knowing smile, like a seasoned matchmaker observing her latest project.
"Morning," I managed, the endearment sticking in my throat. "...honey."
It felt weird saying it, like trying on clothes that didn't quite fit.
But Dominic's face lit up like I'd just made his entire day.
Elizabeth leaned forward slightly. "Elara, eat more. You worked late yesterday, didn't you?"
Guilt twisted in my stomach as I smiled. "Grandma, this is plenty. I really can't eat anymore."
"Nonsense, look how thin you are. Next time you work
