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“Then how is that so different fro?”

She glanced away She supposed that in a way, it wasn’t Maybe they both had soo to do Maybe it hat they both needed to do before either of them could be truly happy

And then she rerief It was a conversation with herto leave for hen her mother had told her she understood And she was proud of her She said that Sylvie was the best daughter she could have ever hoped for And that soon she would be reunited with Sylvie’s father, and both of theed Sylvie to find a love like that for herself—a love that would last all of eternity

Sylvie’s gaze moved to Enzo What would her mother make of him? Would she tell Sylvie to cut her losses and leave the estate? She had so many questions In this moment she missed her mother with such a fierce intensity

“Sylvie, are you okay?” The concern in Enzo’s voice drew her frohts

She glanced at him “What?”

“You’re crying”

“I aers over her cheeks They were da a conversation with my mother”

“It must have been serious”

“It was one of the tio to work and she told me she understood She said she was proud of otten that” She left out the part about finding true love She didn’t want Enzo reading anything into it Her gaze met his “Thank you”

“For what? Making you cry?”

“No” She s me back a memory—an important memory”

“You’re welco”

“So someone to listen And you were that someone today”

He smiled at her “Let’s put these prints back on the wall”