After returning from the Duke's estate, the grand halls of Sienna-Rose's mansion felt quiet, comfortably so. There was a calm that came only with being back on her own land, surrounded by those she trusted, with walls that didn't listen for gossip or secrets. She slipped out of her coat and handed it to a waiting maid without a word, her heels echoing softly as she made her way to her study at the rear of the estate.
Simmons was already there, standing beside two of her most senior workers—one from the winery and the other from the creamery. The fireplace crackled gently in the background, casting golden warmth across the deep mahogany of the furniture and the stacks of ledgers and papers arranged on the wide desk.
For the next two hours, Sienna-Rose reviewed production reports, budget estimates, and prototypes for a new rose-infused cream cheese she'd been planning for weeks.
