Aliana’s POV

The sound of waves crashing against the shore was faint in the background as the warm scent of freshly baked bread and simmering herbs filled Solara.

The restaurant was bustling, every table occupied, customers enjoying their meals while the soft hum of jazz music played in the background.

This was her world now.

Her restaurant was famous among the beachside eateries, drawing in tourists and locals alike. People came for the food, the ocean view, and the warmth she had poured into this place.

But despite her success, one thing remained the center of her universe.

Her son.

She stepped out from her office, her eyes immediately landing...