[Clara's POV]
The cafe buzzed gently with the quiet hum of mid-morning patrons. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting warm, golden streaks across the polished wooden tables. A waitress had just set down their orders—two cups of coffee steaming in ceramic mugs, a plate of croissants, and a small dish of fresh fruit—and then excused herself.
It really did look like it came out of a fairytale book.
Henry and Nathaniel lingered by the entrance, exchanging brief nods with Lily before stepping out. Nathaniel gave Clara's hand a small squeeze as he left, his eyes lingering on hers for a moment longer. The two men understood the unspoken rule: some conversations needed privacy. Clara watched them go, feeling a mixture of relief and nervous anticipation. Now it was just her, Lily, Margaret, and Melissa.
