The Donovan mansion looked as regal as ever—sprawling white columns, manicured gardens, and that ever-imposing iron gate that once felt warm but now felt like a line drawn between two worlds.
Sabrina had only been here a handful of times since her mother’s death. Even fewer since everything fell apart with Brace.
But this was different.
This wasn’t about him.
This was about Alicia—and kindness she hadn’t expected.
Alicia’s note had stayed folded in Sabrina’s apron pocket all day, worn at the creases from her fingers smoothing over the handwriting again and again.
She could’ve had a staff member deliver the order.
She could’ve sent Macy.
But something in her heart told her… she needed to see this through.
The butler opened the door as soon as she rang.
“Miss McFee,” he greeted wit
