Chapter 47 – Red Cheeks

The morning broke bright and sunny, the smell of toast drifting through the dining room.

At the table, Fabian Castell was already seated with his coffee in hand and the newspaper half-open. Isabel, elegant as ever even in her robe, carefully stirred a pitcher of hot milk.

Sofía walked in calmly, her hair still damp from the shower, a light robe draped over her now-visible belly. Her cheeks were rosier than usual.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Fabian greeted her, kissing