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Chapter 47: That means a lot

Author: Cassie GW
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BEATRICE

Maxwell showing up at the open day means more than he knows.

I still can’t quite believe it—he came. He walked across that school field, all polished shoes and royal presence, like it was the most normal thing in the world. And yet, it’s not normal. Not even close.

Not when I know how much this could cost him.

The other parents went silent the second he arrived. Teachers paused mid-sentence. Kids stood up straighter. But Bailey didn’t even flinch. She lit up the second she saw him and called out, "Uncle Maxwell!"

The way he smiled back at her—like it was the most natural thing in the world—makes my chest tighten. He crouched down to her level, listening intently as she pulled him into our picnic blanket, insisting he try the food I made. I barely had time to react. One second it was just the two of us, the next, he was there beside us like he belonged.

And in that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care about the stares. Or the whispers. Or the way some of the other moms clutc
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