Just truth again.
“She has carried responsibility alone for years while surviving emotional abandonment, public pressure and motherhood simultaneously.”
I swallowed quietly.
“You cannot court her through grand gestures,” Madam Eloise continued. “That phase is over.”
Then softer:
“You rebuild trust through safety now.”
I frowned slightly.
“Safety?”
“Consistency. Emotional stability. Reliability. Accountability.”
Her gaze sharpened slightly.
“Stop trying to impress her emotionally. Become predictable instead.”
That sentence alone nearly rearranged my brain chemistry.
“She does not need excitement from you,” Madam Eloise continued. “She needs peace.”
Silence settled between us afterward.
Then finally she sighed softly.
“You love her.
Not a question.
A statement.
I looked away immediately.
And unfortunately
that alone answered her perfectly.
Madam Eloise smiled faintly to herself.
“Yes,” she murmured. “I thought so.
Then she stood slowly.
I rose immediately too.
Neutral
Lydia POV
The moment the twins came upstairs after the conversation, I already knew something had shifted.
Not because they said anything immediately.
But because of how they moved.
Eli was unusually quiet, which in itself was alarming enough to make me pause mid step in the hallway. Ava followed behind him slowly, her expression thoughtful in a way that meant she was already over analyzing everything she had just heard.
Children do not get that quiet unless something important has just been said.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms folded, watching them come in.
“Well?” I asked carefully.
Ava glanced at Eli first. That silent twin communication thing they always did.
Then she looked at me.
“He talked,” she said simply.
That was not an answer. That was a delay.

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