Alessia arched an eyebrow, a sly smile curving her lips. “You're blending into your new identity pretty fast.”
“Word's gotten out, you know. Are you really okay?” Justin's playful expression faded, concern flickering in his
eyes.
“This? Barely worth my attention. She needs the Tate family nfor appearances. Do 1?”
Her eyes sparkled, brimming with confidence.
Justin let out a short laugh. “True. There isn’t a place you can’t walk into and own.”
He glanced around the room, lips pulling into a dissatisfied line. “But isn’t this place a bit cramped? Didn't Cole
gift you an entire house? Worst case, you can have my spare place.” He shook his head, looking genuinely
perplexed. “Can you really stand living here?”
“I've got my own plans.”
Justin shrugged, used to Alessia’s stubborn independence, and decided not to argue further.
The workers moved quickly. After a brief discussion with Alessia, they had the room transformed in less than an
hour. She and Justin also took the opportunity to rearrange Zachary’s room, optimizing the space.
With Justin’s input, every inch was put to its best use. He'd have gladly renovated the rest of the house too, but
Alessia declined, her mind already drifting elsewhere. Meanwhile, Alessia sent Ivan to move his things in.
“Yours is inside; this part out here's mine,” she explained, pointing to the bed tucked at the back as she walked
Ivan through their new room.
A curtain split the space in two, letting sunlight filter into each side.. Alessia’s bed was in the farthest corner,
separated with both a curtain and a pair of bookcases. Two desks sat by the window; Ivan’s side had a small
cabpacked with paints and brushes.
Alessia’s bed had another curtain, creating a private little cocoon for sleep-even if someone cor went, she
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Ivan clutched his paint box, eyes fixed on the caboverflowing with art supplies.
“Alright, go unpack,” Alessia said, ruffling his hair. This time, Ivan didn’t protest.
She smirked. “Kids are so easy to please.”
With Ivan settled, the boys’ room was finished soon after.
Alessia surveyed the updated spaces and nodded in satisfaction. With Justin handling things, she never worried-
he had a knack for transforming a place, making even the smallest details shine.
This line of work was made for him.
“Thanks for all your help.”
“Miss Tate, it’s nothing. Next tyou need something, just say the word,” said the lead worker, hefting his
toolbox with a good-natured grin.
“I'm Morton now,” Alessia corrected gently.
Her words made the two people in the kitchen freeze. Karen's eyes immediately reddened; she ducked her head,
focusing on rolling sushi to hide her trembling hands. Brendan, too, looked unsettled. He wiped his hands, walked
over, and gave Karen's shoulder a comforting squeeze.
The foreman, who had worked with Alessia before, caught on immediately. “Understood, Miss Morton.”
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“Got it. Thanks for today. When this settles down, dinner’s on me.”
He just bumped fists with her in reply.
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