Chapter 19 - The New Foundation
By the time spring broke across the Hudson Valley—turning the frozen river into a rushing, silver ribbon of melted snow and renewal—Sterling Estate was unrecognizable.
The scandal had faded from the tabloids, replaced by newer, noisier follies in the city, but locally, the estate had become a symbol of revival. The mills were running at full capacity, producing sustainable lumber for regional housing projects; the estate grounds were open to the public on weekends for botanical tours; and the house itself felt alive with laughter, music, and the steady, rhythmic hum of productive work.
Claire stood on the east terrace one bright April morning, feeling the warm spring breeze against her face. She wore a simple dress of soft, unpretentious linen—rose-pink, the color of her wedding evening, but without the heavy armor of steel boning and hidden gold thread.
She didn't need armor anymore. The fortress was built, the walls were secure, and the ground beneath her feet was solid rock.
Adrian walked out behind her, carrying a small wooden crate filled with tulip bulbs.
"The soil in the lower garden is finally ready," Adrian said, setting the crate down on the flagstones. "The frost is completely out of the ground."
Claire turned around, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "What kind of bulbs did you buy? Please tell me they aren't those delicate white orchids your mother liked so much."
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Adrian laughed—a rich, booming sound that echoed off the ancient stone walls of the mansion. "No orchids, I promise. Red tulips. Hardy, stubborn, and impossible to kill no matter how hard the winter gets."
"Good," Claire said, walking over to him and resting her hands against his chest. "Plant them deep."
