Divorced and Runaway: Mr. CEO Wants Me Back
“Mommy’s fine. I’m just making sure you don’t get any wild ideas up here.”
Jasmine turned to us with a grin. “It’s so pretty! Look, the sun is almost setting!” She pointed toward the horizon where the sky was painted in hues of gold, pink, and lavender, the colors blending like an artist’s perfect masterpiece.
I turned my gaze to Aria, unable to help myself.
The light of the setting sun bathed her in a warm glow, catching the soft waves of her hair and illuminating her delicate features. She looked peaceful, radiant—like she belonged in this moment, in this place, with us.