"Is he settled down nicely?" Sienna-Rose asked the next morning, her voice quiet but deliberate as she stood near the wide, arched windows of her office.
Olivia looked up, her expression softening. "Yes, dear. He's... so curious. He's asked me endless questions about everything in the estate, about you." A smile bloomed on her lips, warmer than any she had worn in weeks. "He's... bright, clever—and happy. He's definitely happier now than ever."
Sienna-Rose nodded, allowing herself a small smile. But it faded quickly. Her tone turned serious, calm but edged with tension. "Then shall we ask him the question?"
Olivia blinked, her hands freezing over a stack of correspondence. "The question?"
"About the way I wanted to adopt him," Sienna-Rose said evenly, watching Olivia's reaction with unreadable eyes.
Olivia's face lit up with a mix of surprise and quiet hope. "You were serious about it?"
