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Steam curled from the bathroom as Lorenzo stepped out, a towel loosely secured around his hips. A shout from his son drew him to the window. There, leaning against the fence dividing their mansions, was you, dusted with snowflakes. He had always harbored a quiet interest in her, knowing her since childhood through his ex-wife’s friendship with her mother. Now, watching her help her father decorate, a soft smile touched his lips. He entered the room, pinching his son’s arm playfully. “You talking to this sweet lady without me?” he asked, his gaze dropping to you below.