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Beneath the same sky

Beneath the same sky

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Daniel, a poor but determined young man, takes a job as a gardener for the Sinclair family to support his father. There, he meets Isabella-his boss's daughter. Despite their different worlds, they bond over a shared love for books and dreams of freedom. Their quiet friendship turns into a secret romance. But when Charles discovers their relationship, he threatens Daniel's family and forces Isabella into an arranged engagement. With everything against them, Daniel must decide if love is worth risking everything for. Isabella must choose between the life she's expected to live-and the one she truly wants.

Chapter 1 The Boy in the Garage

The sun had just begun to rise, casting soft golden rays over the sleepy little town of Fairgrove. The roads were quiet except for the occasional distant rumble of delivery trucks and the chirping of birds stretching their wings for the day. For Daniel Reyes, it was the beginning of something new-though he didn't yet know how deeply it would change his life.

He adjusted the strap of his worn-out backpack and glanced once more at the small house behind him. It leaned slightly to the right, its paint peeling, windows patched with plastic in places where the glass had long since cracked. But inside was everything he cared about: his father, Luis Reyes, lay sleeping, his breath soft and shallow. The medications had taken their toll, but Daniel couldn't afford to stop them-not now.

Daniel closed the gate quietly and stepped onto the road. A folded piece of paper stuck out from his pocket-the address of the Sinclair Estate, written in clean, looping script by a woman named Martha, the housekeeper who had offered him the job after overhearing his desperation at the pharmacy.

As he reached the edge of town, the roads began to smooth out, the houses became larger, and the trees stood in neat lines instead of wild tangles. The Sinclair Estate wasn't just another rich family's house-it was practically a mansion, a sprawling property hidden behind high hedges and a wrought-iron gate with gold trim.

He stood in front of it now, his breath caught halfway between awe and nerves. The gate buzzed open after he pressed the button labeled "Staff Entrance." A voice-crisp, efficient, and slightly cold-had spoken through the intercom: "You must be Daniel. Report to the west garden. Martha will be waiting."

The path wound through perfectly manicured hedges and rose bushes that bloomed like something out of a fairy tale. He followed it until the house came into full view-three stories high with gleaming white pillars and glass balconies. The windows alone probably cost more than everything he owned.

Martha, a woman in her late fifties with graying hair tied into a bun, stood near a hedge with pruning shears in hand. Her sharp eyes softened when they landed on him.

"You're early," she said.

"I figured I shouldn't keep you waiting," Daniel replied, brushing his hands on his jeans. "Thank you for the opportunity, ma'am."

She chuckled. "No need to call me that. Just Martha will do. You'll be helping me with the gardens, mostly. We'll start in the back. Follow me."

As they moved through the property, Daniel soaked in every detail-the wide-open lawns, the marble fountains, the scent of lavender. He wondered what it must feel like to live in a place like this. To never have to choose between food and medicine.

Then, from around the corner of the house, came the sound of laughter-light and musical. He turned his head and froze.

She stood beneath the large oak tree that arched over the back lawn. A girl, no older than himself, wearing a light sundress and barefoot in the grass, her long dark hair catching the morning light like strands of silk. She held a sketchbook in one hand and a pencil in the other. Her eyes were focused on the page, but there was an effortless grace to her presence-like she didn't belong to the world he knew.

"That's Miss Isabella," Martha said quietly beside him. "Mr. Sinclair's daughter."

Daniel looked away quickly, heat rushing to his face. "Right. I didn't mean to stare."

Martha smirked. "Most do. But I'd advise you to keep your eyes-and your heart-in check. That girl's in a world far from ours."

He nodded, but the warning echoed like a whisper against his chest. He didn't mean to stare, but something about her had taken hold of him instantly. He couldn't explain it.

As the day wore on, Daniel threw himself into the work. He trimmed hedges, weeded flower beds, and carried mulch across the yard. Sweat dripped down his neck, and his fingers ached, but there was a strange peace in the rhythm of it all.

Just before sunset, he passed by the oak tree again. The girl-Isabella-was still there, only now she looked up. Their eyes met for a brief second. She smiled.

Not a polite, empty smile. A real one.

Daniel looked away quickly, his heart hammering harder than it had during any of the physical labor.

He didn't know it yet, but that smile would be the beginning of everything.

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