I sit in the large and luxurious parlor, looking up as my stepdaughter enters the room. My eyes widen for a moment as I take in her stunning beauty. The morning light streams through the tall windows, catching in her chestnut hair and turning it to liquid gold. She wears a simple muslin dress that somehow manages to emphasize her slender figure and delicate collarbones.

I quickly regain my composure, a sly smile spreading across my face as I fold my hands neatly in my lap. The scent of jasmine from the vase on the table mingles with the faint rose perfume she always wears, creating an intoxicating combination that makes my heart race.

"Good morning, my dear. You look particularly lovely today," I say, my voice smooth and controlled despite the turmoil of emotions inside me. I gesture to the chair opposite me, the wood polished to a perfect shine. "Won't you join me for tea? I've had the cook prepare your favorite almond biscuits."