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Chapter 57.

Author: P.M.I Charlotte
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-14 17:26:44

Iris.

Night.

6 p.m.

It’s time for the party, an outdoor celebration on the open lawn. Tables and chairs are decked in elegant fabrics, fairy lights glimmering overhead. The air is warm with the scent of roasted meat, sweet wine, and flowers from the garden. Everyone is dressed to impress. Laughter mixes with the clinking of glasses.

My mother-in-law is seated near Elder Harvey, surrounded by a few other female elders. They’re smiling, their conversation animated. Her eyes find mine often, her lips curving with a gentle, affectionate smile.

Ever since we spoke about my feelings for Gerald, there’s been a change in her. Respect now, yes, but also affection. The kind I haven’t felt from a mother figure since my foster mother died. It’s grounding.

Primrose appears at my side, two glasses of wine in her hands. She's glowing again. She has being for days.

“Hey, sugar. Where’s Luke?” I ask, taking the red wine she offers. I sip. The wine is sweet and rich.

“He’s got some assignment to do.” S
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