Maris whirled to face Eloquen, her voice laced with urgency. “Feronia won’t stop meddling,” she declared, seeking support in Eloquen’s steady gaze. “What should be our response?”

  Unfazed, Eloquen assessed the situation. “Her enchantments have ensnared her chosen mortal,” he observed calmly. “The influence is more profound than permissible.”

  Rising, Maris began to pace, her steps measured as Eloquen watched thoughtfully. “Feronia has overstepped, crossing boundaries and risking repercussions that could ripple through our realm to the humans.”

  Together they gazed into the mirror, which now revealed Eric’s furrowed brow, a reflection of his inner turmoil. Feronia’s magic hovered over Garrett like a spectral shroud, its tendrils subtly affecting the oblivious Adeline and Eric in the SUV’s front seats.

  Eloquen exhaled a weighted sigh, his concern audible. “We must shield our mortals from her influence. It threatens to derail their destined paths.”

  Driven by a protective instinct, Maris extended her hand toward the mirror, only to be halted by Eloquen. “But-” she began to object.

  A reassuring smile graced Eloquen’s lips, his charm evident even in such grave moments. “Patience,” he counseled. “Our combined strength is required here.”

  With eyes closed, Eloquen clasped Maris’s hand. “Let’s beseech the heavens for our mortals, focus on weaving our magics together to form a bastion against external tampering,” he intoned, his spells taking form as golden threads around him.

  Maris mirrored his actions, and as they focused, their combined powers fused, spiraling into a protective dance that enveloped Eric and Adeline in an unseen shield. Upon opening her eyes, Maris witnessed Feronia’s tendrils recoil into Garrett, thwarted by the barrier they had conjured.

  Releasing Maris’s hand, Eloquen retreated to his chaise, sinking into its embrace with a relaxed posture, his attention fixed on Eric’s reflection. “Feronia’s meddling has already burdened the O’Cean lineage. We must curtail her influence lest it becomes irreversible.”

  Pacing resumed, Maris’s eyes locked on Adeline’s distraught image. “Could Feronia have sabotaged the O’Cean’s chance at progeny?”

  Eloquen pondered, his tone contemplative. “Given her current sway and disregard for the mortal realm, it’s conceivable.”

  Maris’s voice dropped to a hushed tone, laden with regret. “I feared it was my own failings that had cursed their bloodline...”

  “Feronia is the Goddess of Fertility and Abundance,” Eloquen mused, his thoughts adrift at the possibilities. “Has she disclosed anything about the O’Cean matriarch’s barrenness at such a tender age?”

  Maris’s recollection was clear. “She denied any ability to bestow an O’Cean successor,” she confessed. “In desperation, I had contemplated pilfering a sacred seed of fertility from her gardens...”

  Eloquen posed the question with solemnity. “Shall we partner?”

  Confusion flickered across Maris’s features. “How do you mean?”

  “Unite our efforts to nurture the O’Cean family tree?” Eloquen proposed, his inquiry earnest.

  Maris’s determination grew, her eagerness almost tangible. “Together we can protect Eric and Adeline. Our alliance will rise above the fate of the O’Cean lineage,” she stated confidently, aligning herself with Eloquen’s guidance.

  Eloquen reassured her with a nod, his attention shifting back to the couple. “For the moment, they are under our protection. Our powers should keep them safe. It’s time to observe their choices, now that Feronia’s charge has interceded.”

  Maris felt a surge of impatience, ultimately yielding to Eloquen’s wise counsel. Yet, a restless energy compelled her to pace behind him.

  Eloquen chided gently, “Have faith in Adeline and your belief in her destined greatness,” reminding Maris of her own words amidst her unease.

  Choosing to overlook his comment, Maris refocused on the looking glass. The scene had transitioned to the O’Cean’s great room, adorned with ancestral portraits and rich history – a setting Maris knew well. Eric and Adeline sat closely, hands entwined on a leather loveseat, while Londyn occupied an armchair and Garrett roamed the room, engrossed in a phone conversation. They awaited the arrival of the O’Cean elders.

  The room was steeped in silence, except for Garrett’s muted conversation, as everyone reflected on the day’s events. The resonant chimes of the grandfather clock marked two o’clock, coinciding with the entrance of Adeline’s parents into the great room. Mr. O’Cean tenderly supported his wife, his every move conveying deep affection and care. They sank into the spacious leather couch, surveying the room filled with anxious expressions.

  Mr. O’Cean’s voice, robust with reassurance, broke the quiet. “I’ve informed the office that we’ll be taking a week off, returning next Monday,” he announced. His gaze briefly hardened at the sight of Adeline and Eric’s clasped hands but softened as he addressed his daughter. “The managers will oversee operations, yet you’ll hold the deciding power in any disputes. I trust in your capability to manage these affairs.”

  Adeline rose slightly, her response firm. “Yes father. I will handle it.”

  “Excellent,” Mr. O’Cean replied, his tone shifting back to business. “Londyn, despite our differing views, I’m counting on your support for your sister during our absence. Your contribution is vital.”

  Londyn’s eyes moved from her sister to her bandaged mother, then settled on her father. “I’ll do what I can,” she said, her voice carrying a subtle edge of resistance.

  Satisfied with her response, Mr. O’Cean directed his attention to Garrett, who had just ended his call. “Can you provide us with the specifics?”

  Garrett affirmed with a nod, crouching by the coffee table and extracting a notepad and pen from his shirt pocket. “Here’s the address,” he began, jotting down the information and tearing out the page for Eric. “I leave the logistics of travel to you to arrange.”

  Eric accepted the note with gratitude. “What time would suit you for departure?” he inquired of Mr. and Mrs. O’Cean.

  Mrs. O’Cean, her hand still clasped in her husband’s, spoke softly. “Whenever you’re ready,” she expressed with heartfelt thanks.

  Adeline and Eric stood together, a picture of readiness. “We’ll prepare your luggage,” Adeline offered, glancing at Eric. “While he sees to your travel arrangements.”

  Mrs. O’Cean’s smile conveyed her deep appreciation. “That would be wonderful, thank you.”

  With a gentle tug, Adeline led Eric toward the hallway. “Father, I’ll pack for you with Eric’s assistance. Please finalize the details with Garrett,” she suggested, seeking Londyn’s support with a swift look.

  Londyn acknowledged with a nod and stepped closer to Garrett. “Let’s go over the particulars. I’ll need their contact information should any issues arise.”

  Mr. O’Cean’s gaze lingered on his eldest daughter as she departed with the man she defined as her partner, a crease of disapproval etching his brow. Beside him, Mrs. O’Cean offered a gentle squeeze of reassurance, her voice a soft murmur, “Trust in her, Jo. She has yet to let us down.” With a measured breath, Mr. O’Cean’s expression softened, and he redirected his focus to Garrett and Londyn, who were meticulously going through the details of their vacation.

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  Adeline led Eric into her parents’ vast walk-in closet, her eyes weary yet apologetic. “I’m sorry about all this,” she murmured, reaching for two travel bags. “Dad’s quite stubborn, and I know he hasn’t been very welcoming towards you.”

  Eric’s smile was warm and understanding. “Don’t worry about it, I get it,” he reassured her, his voice steady. He hesitated for a moment, his expression softening with concern. “But you seem exhausted. Why don’t you take a moment to rest while I sort out the travel plans? Maybe give Kay a call? She must be quite anxious by now.”

  The mention of Kaylynn sparked a realization in Adeline. “Kay!” she gasped, suddenly recalling the unread messages on her phone. “Yes, I need to call her. Thanks for reminding me!” She gave Eric a quick hug and settled onto the closet’s plush carpeting, pulling out her phone as Eric stepped away to make the necessary calls.

  Eric examined the paper Garrett had handed him. The handwriting was messy but legible. Garrett’s recent behavior had been unsettling, almost obsessive, and it made Eric wonder about his intentions. Didn’t Garrett already let Adeline go? And Mr. O’Cean’s preference for Garrett, a Deverell, over him, a Landin, added to his unease. Was there a deeper strategy at play? The thought was disturbing, but he pushed it aside for now, focusing on the task at hand.

  Kaylynn’s voice burst through the line as soon as Adeline called. “Finally, A!” she cried out. “Do you know how worried I’ve been? What’s going on? Why were you with Garrett? What happened to your phone? Are you still with Eric?”

  Adeline’s laughter rang out, a welcome sound amidst the chaos. “Let’s take it one question at a time, Kay,” she said, her mood lifting as she spoke. The conversation with Kaylynn continued, Kaylynn’s concern evident, and her bright, cheerful voice was a welcome change for Adeline.

  Meanwhile, Eric carefully arranged the travel details, ensuring everything was perfect, including a few thoughtful surprises that he hoped would impress Mr. O’Cean. He worked diligently, all the while keeping an eye on Adeline, who seemed to be rejuvenated by her conversation with Kaylynn.

  After finalizing the plans, Eric leaned back against the cool wood of the closet door, the exhaustion of the day washing over him. The events, combined with the lack of sleep, had taken their toll. His mind wandered to the moments shared with Adeline, their time in the secret cave, and her determination to forge a new path. Watching her now, her laughter echoing in the closet, he felt a deep sense of protectiveness. “She’s so resilient, yet she carries the world on her shoulders,” he thought. “And here I am, trying to find a place in her heart. I don’t want to let her down. I can’t. No matter what Mr. O’Cean thinks of me, no matter how much Garrett tries to interfere, I’ll be there for her.” Eric vowed, determined to help Adeline through any obstacles they faced.

  Adeline finished her conversation with Kaylynn, and her approach snapped him back to reality. She handed him a sleek black travel bag, gesturing to one side of the closet. “Could you pack Dad’s bag? You’d know best what to include,” she suggested, pointing to the master bathroom. “His toiletries are on the left side.”

  Accepting the bag, Eric teased, “Already giving me orders, huh?” His playful tone lightened the mood as she shooed him away. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” he promised, his smile reassuring.

  Adeline’s smile mirrored his, her heart fluttering with newfound affection. His steady presence had become something she didn’t realize she’d come to rely on. As she gathered her mother’s items, the ease of their relationship surprised her; it was as if they were meant to be. Was this the start of love? She wasn’t sure, but she cherished it.

  Eric couldn’t help but steal glances at Adeline as he packed. Her determination, her courage to change her destiny, inspired him. He silently vowed to be the support she needed, the partner she deserved. “I’ll prove to everyone that I’m not just a fleeting interest but someone who genuinely cares for Adeline – someone who will stand by her side no matter what,” he resolved, watching her with admiration.

  After completing the packing, Adeline meticulously checked the bags to ensure nothing was amiss. Together with Eric, they carried the luggage downstairs to the great room where her family awaited.

  Mrs. O’Cean’s face lit up at their arrival. “So when do we depart?” she inquired, her voice revealing her excitement and anticipation.

  Eric set the bags down with care. “A car will be here to pick you up at 4 pm,” he informed them, stealing a glance at Mr. O’Cean. “If you could have your emails and phone numbers, I’ll forward you the complete itinerary.”

  Mr. O’Cean gave a nod of approval, prompting Adeline to input her parents’ details into Eric’s phone. Once their devices signaled the receipt of the itinerary, Eric proceeded. “A driver will escort you to a private airstrip for your flight,” he explained, maintaining a professional demeanor. “I understand Garrett has taken care of your accommodations,” he added, looking towards Garrett, who nodded in confirmation. “Thank you,” Eric acknowledged before turning back to Mr. and Mrs. O’Cean. “You’re scheduled to land at 7:18 pm. A driver will await you, and since your arrival is post-dinner, I’ve arranged for a private chef to prepare a meal that will pair well with a selection of wines from the winery. The chef and his team will arrive at your villa by 8 pm.”

  Mrs. O’Cean’s expression was one of delight, while Mr. O’Cean’s remained unreadable. Eric continued, “For ease of travel, a personal driver will be at your disposal throughout your stay. His credentials are impeccable, with over two decades of experience. Additionally, a photographer and videographer will be on standby to capture your moments together discreetly. And Mrs. O’Cean,” he addressed her directly, “in line with your doctor’s advice, I’ve scheduled nightly massage and aromatherapy sessions for you. If desired, Mr. O’Cean can join you for a couple’s session.”

  “That sounds marvelous!” Mrs. O’Cean exclaimed, visibly excited.

  Garrett, however, wore a frown of skepticism. “Isn’t this all a bit excessive?” he questioned, gesturing towards the planned personnel. “The doctor recommended rest, not a crowd.”

  Mr. O’Cean echoed the sentiment, his expression tense. “It does seem rather lavish, doesn’t it?”

  Eric met the challenge with a composed smile. “Not at all, sir,” he countered confidently. “These arrangements are for your convenience. You have the liberty to engage or dismiss the staff as you please. The intent is to ensure a seamless experience, with the photographer and videographer acting as unobtrusive observers. As for the masseuse, Mrs. O’Cean has full control over her schedule.” He paused, ensuring his message was clear. “I aimed for balance, providing options without overwhelming you. Upon your return, the driver will ensure you’re back in Golden Rivers by mid-afternoon. Should you wish to alter any plans, all contact information is provided.”

  Mrs. O’Cean beckoned Adeline to her side, taking her daughter’s hand. “This is extraordinary, Eric. You’ve done well,” she praised, sharing a knowing glance with him. Turning towards Adeline, she whispered, “You’ve picked a good one.” Adeline returned her mother’s smile, grateful for her approval.

  Mr. O’Cean, witnessing his wife’s joy, softened. “Impressive work, Eric,” he conceded, rising to offer a handshake. “But how shall we handle the expenses?”

  Eric’s smile was one of quiet triumph. “Consider it a gesture from the Landins. Our families’ histories are intertwined; such courtesies are customary among the founding families.”

  Mr. O’Cean’s stance was firm. “I cannot accept hidden deals or favors.”

  “Dad,” Adeline cut in gently. “Let’s settle the finances after you’re back. The driver should be here soon.”

  Mr. O’Cean faced his wife and daughters, standing firm like a captain. “Alright, we’ll sort out the costs later,” he conceded. His gaze softened as he looked at Adeline and Londyn, his two precious daughters. “What concerns me now is leaving you two here by yourselves,” he confessed.

  Before anyone could respond, Garrett chimed in with a reassuring grin. “No need to worry, Mr. O’Cean,” he offered. “They can stay with us, just like old times. They don’t drive, but I’ll ensure they get to school and work on time. Besides, I plan on assisting Addy with the business.”

  Mr. O’Cean nodded in agreement. “That’s settled then,” he said, turning to his wife. “They’ll be well taken care of with the Deverells.”

  “Oh yes,” Mrs. O’Cean agreed with a chuckle. “With Mrs. Deverell’s lavish meals, our girls might come back a bit bigger than when we left them,” she joked, giving her daughters a playful wink.

  “Mom!” Londyn protested with a laugh. “We’re not children; we know moderation!”

  Mrs. O’Cean’s laughter filled the room. “I know, dear. But it eases my mind to know you won’t be alone here.”

  Eric stepped forward, his voice firm. “I’ll be watching over them,” he promised. “They’ll be in safe hands.”

  Garrett nodded, adding his assurance. “On my honor as the future Deverell heir, they’ll be safe and comfortable with us.”

  “That settles it,” Mr. O’Cean said, making the final call. “Pack your things; you’ll stay with the Deverells until we return.”

  “Yes, Father,” the sisters replied in unison, rising to prepare.

  Adeline paused, turning back. “Dad, I have dinner plans with Eric’s family tonight. He’ll escort me to the Deverells afterwards,” she clarified.

  Mr. O’Cean’s frown deepened, but a gentle squeeze from his wife, accompanied by a silent headshake, kept him from commenting. “Alright, but don’t stay out too late. You have school tomorrow.”

  “I’ll be mindful of the time,” Adeline assured him, her smile sincere as she reached for Eric’s hand.

  “Let’s get ready to greet the driver,” Mrs. O’Cean suggested, lightening the mood.

  Mr. O’Cean assisted his wife to her feet, and the family, with Eric and Garrett behind them, made their way to the front door. A shiny black Rolls-Royce Phantom awaited them, its driver holding the door open as Eric loaded their luggage.

  “Enjoy your trip!” Londyn called out as the car door closed.

  The family waved until the car vanished from sight. Londyn then turned to Garrett. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

  Garrett’s attention, however, lingered on Adeline and Eric. “What time should we expect you?” he inquired, locking eyes with Adeline.

  Adeline glanced at Eric before responding to Garrett. “It’s a family dinner, so I’m not about to rush anything,” she said, her hand still entwined with Eric’s. “I’ll text Kay once we’re on our way. You’ll probably be asleep by then,” she added, her stance on their relationship clear. Garrett nodded, retreating into the house as Adeline led Eric upstairs.