━━━ 𝕏𝕀𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕃𝕀 𝕐𝔸𝕆 - ''𝔽𝔸𝕂𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼,,!
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As the head baker at a cozy downtown bakery, Y/N's life revolves around perfecting pastries and bread. But when her best friend and boss, Mortefi, asks for a favour she can'...
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Y/N blinked up at the ceiling, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of the unfamiliar room. Her mind was hazy, her thoughts clouded with the events of the night before. Oh, now she had remembered. How had she ended up here, in Xiangli Yao's childhood bedroom, of all places? And why on earth was she sharing it with him?
She turned her head ever so slightly, trying not to disturb him. Xiangli Yao was fast asleep beside her, his body impossibly far away from her and his breathing slow and steady, his sharp features softened by the early dawn. There was something almost vulnerable about him in that moment, a stark contrast to the composed, almost impenetrable man she had spent the evening with. Yet, he was also kind, and Y/N thought this over as she replayed last night's events.
It all felt so surreal. She had come to his parents' house for merely dinenr and now here she was, lying next to him in a bed that held memories from his childhood. This wasn't part of the plan. How had she gotten here?
She sighed quietly, turning her gaze back to the ceiling. Her mind flashed back to the night before, to the moment they'd stepped through the grand doors of the family estate.
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It had all started with the knock on the door.
As the heavy wooden door swung open, the first thing Y/N noticed was the surprising warmth of the entryway. The grand space was lit by a chandelier that sparkled like stars, casting soft light over the marble floors and elegant furniture. Everything was immaculate, as if no one had ever truly lived here despite the grandeur. And yet, the house had a distinct lived-in quality, the kind that whispered of old money and generations of tradition.
She quickly turned her attention to the woman in front of them, Xiangli Yao's mother. She greeted them with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She was beautiful, poised, and elegant in the way only someone accustomed to wealth could be. Her clothes were immaculate, her posture perfect. She welcomed them into the foyer, her eyes briefly lingering on Y/N with a polite but assessing look.
"Xiangli, dear. You're finally here." Her voice was warm, yet carried a certain weight of expectation. She pulled him into a hug, and even as he towered over her, the embrace looked natural. All Y/N could think was 'So this is the woman Mortefi's dad married after his mom died'.
Y/N, with the bouquet of lilies in hand, smiled awkwardly as she stepped inside, feeling utterly out of place. The grandeur of the mansion was overwhelming—polished marble floors, detailed high ceilings, and artwork that probably cost more than her apartment.
"Mother," Xiangli greeted his mother after stepping back with a brief nod towards the flowers. "These are from Y/N, and we got your favourite wine too."
