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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Four

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-08 10:21:16
Celeste’s POV

For most part, I had managed to ignore Nicholas Grant.

But I knew it was inevitable.

The way the crowd’s noise thinned into a strange, suspended silence warned me something inevitable was approaching.

I didn’t turn.

I kept my eyes fixed on the display case in front of me, pretending I was examining the emerald necklace inside instead of fighting the urge to run.

“Celeste.”

His voice.

Lower than I imagined. With an echo of something that tugged painfully at my ribs.

My shoulders stiffened. I hadn’t said his name aloud since the file arrived.

Nicholas Grant. Nathaniel Cole. My father who was a stranger to me.

I inhaled slowly and turned toward him.

He stood there alone now, a few feet away, as if afraid to come closer.

Up close, the resemblance was clearer, the shape of his eyes, the angle of his jaw. Flashes of myself reflected in someone I’d never been allowed to know.

It made my stomach twist.

“May I speak with you?” he asked quietly.

He sounded like a man stepping onto
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