Roses and Ruines

was her sanctuary-a world of color when everything else was grey. She'd sell a few pieces here and there,

estled in an old street corner of Florence, had become a relic in the age of online ev

came th

gpin himself after his father mysteriously vanished. Cold, calculating, and rich beyond imag

had borrowed mon

d vanish. Her family would be safe. No strings-exce

criminal. But then she came home to find her little sister crying

er wedding dress inst

aring vows. But in quiet moments, she'd catch glimpses: a half-finished sculpture in his private garden

ng. Couldn't even

ay he broug

said. "I never wanted to take yo

d imagined either. Slowly, carefully, Emilia began to

rime, loss, and forced choic