LOGINOn the opposite side of the ballroom, William's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly. Although he and Beatrice had already known that the Anderson family was aware of Rose, neither of them had expected such a public declaration. Beatrice unconsciously tightened her grip around the designer
The whispers throughout the magnificent ballroom continued growing louder with every passing second. What had begun as quiet murmurs exchanged between only a handful of curious guests quickly spread across the entire banquet hall like ripples through still water. The atmosphere, which had been liv
A tall middle aged man stepped inside,.dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that accentuated his confident bearing. The newcomer carried himself with effortless confidence, an easygoing smile, and the relaxed charm of someone who could make conversation with anyone. As soon as he reached the
The moment Frank and Anne saw her approaching from the distance, both of their faces immediately lit up with unmistakable joy. "There she is," Anne said happily, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. Without waiting for Rose to walk all the way to them, Anne stepped forward with surprising
The following day was none other than the day of the banquet. Beatrice sat elegantly before her dressing mirror while an experienced stylist carefully adjusted the final details of her makeup and hairstyle. A satisfied smile rested comfortably on her lips as she admired her flawless reflection.
Rose folded her hands together on her lap before speaking. "If we arrive together, there'll be rumors. The banquet will be attended by politicians, business leaders, and influential families." She smiled apologetically. "I don't want everyone talking about us before we're ready." She paused briefly
After Rose returned to her seat, It was Raymond who finally spoke up again. He turned to his mother abruptly, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. “Mother… How long are you planning to stay before going back?” He expected a predictable answer — two days, maybe three. Anytime their mother
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly







