Chapter 94

Chapter 94:

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When Cathryn returned to the living room, she told Margaret, “His birthday is May twenty-first.”

Margaret began counting on her fingers. “That’s just three days from now.”

But Cathryn barely heard her, already lost in thought. She hurried back to her room and began sketching designs for Andrew’s cufflinks.

She browsed design galleries online—intricate animals, star maps, gears, noble insignias. None of them spoke to her. Her gaze drifted to the painting on the wall: Midnight Lilies.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. Midnight-blue lilies with a delicate silver chain. She would craft a pair of chain-link cufflinks—classic, elegant, and deeply personal.