Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the dining table. Ethan Roscente set down his coffee cup, his gaze lingering on Jenna Roland across from him.

She wore the white dress he'd carefully selected, her dark hair casually tied into a bun. The morning light illuminated her bare face, giving her an ethereal glow.

"It suits you," Ethan murmured, his voice deep.

Jenna glanced at the hem of her dress, a faint smile touching her lips. "Thank you."

She hadn't wanted to wear it, but the displeasure in Ethan's eyes last night had changed her mind.

"Urgent matter at the office." Ethan rose. "You handle the dishes. I'll take care of lunch."

"I'm cooking at Uncle Victor's place these afternoons," Jenna explained.

Ethan grabbed his phone and left without another word.

After Milo Roland rushed out with his backpack, Jenna began clearing the table. As she dried the last plate, she realized she'd never seen Ethan's dirty laundry.

"Maybe he sends it to the dry cleaners," she muttered. "What a waste. I should tell him I can do it."

Just as she finished hanging the laundry, Victor Roland's call came through.

"Why aren't you at the orchard yet?" His voice was sharp.

"On my way." Jenna snatched her keys and dashed out.

At the orchard, Victor was bent over, pulling weeds. He straightened when he spotted his tardy niece, his expression darkening.

"Slacking off again?" he demanded.

Jenna lowered her head. "I stayed up late."

"If not for your father, who'd pay you for this?" Victor scoffed.

Jenna's gaze flickered to the jingling keys at his waist before she silently moved to the field's edge and knelt.

They worked in silence amid the overgrown orchard. After ten minutes, Victor suddenly spoke.

"Heard you got married. Living with him now?"

"Divorced already." Jenna kept her eyes on the weeds. "Milo and I rent our own place."