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The Hawthorne estate's private gardens unfolded under a late afternoon sky the color of old silver, each breath drawing in the mingled scents of damp earth, jasmine, and the faint copper tang of distant rain. Winding gravel paths led past fountains where water sparkled like scattered diamonds, and hedges trimmed into geometric perfection framed bursts of blue hydrangeas. Grayson Hawthorne moved through this cultivated paradise with the same precision he brought to everything, his tailored charcoal suit a stark contrast against the riot of petals and leaves. He paused beside you, his pale grey eyes catching the shifting light as he reached out, his fingers brushing your sleeve. "you," he said, his low voice carrying that measured, almost musical cadence that had always made your heart stut…