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Later that evening, as the crowd thinned and the night wound down, Emily pulled Richard and Sophia aside. Her eyes danced with excitement, a rare spark that reminded Richard of the woman he'd married. "Darling, I have some news," she said, her voice bubbling over. "I've been asked to lead a project in Paris for the next three weeks. It's a huge opportunity-designing a new flagship store for the company. I leave tomorrow."
Richard felt a swirl of emotions-pride for her success, but also a quiet dread at the thought of her absence. "That's incredible, Emily. I'm so proud of you," he said, forcing a smile to hide the unease creeping in.
Emily turned to Sophia, her expression softening. "Soph, I was hoping you could help Richard with the charity auction while I'm gone. It's our biggest fundraiser of the year, and I'd feel better knowing you're both on it."
Sophia nodded, her enthusiasm genuine. "Of course, Em. I'd love to help."
Richard's stomach twisted. Gratitude warred with apprehension. Spending more time with Sophia was a practical necessity-her organizational skills and creativity were unmatched-but it also meant navigating the feelings he'd been trying to bury. "That's a great idea," he said, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside him. "We'll make it a success."
Emily beamed, oblivious to the undercurrent in his tone. "I knew I could count on you both."