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“Hi, my love. Hi.” Raina toddled forward and fell into her arms, laughing, arms wrapping clumsily around her neck. Arabella buried her face in her daughter’s hair. Maria handed over the diaper bag. “Everything’s inside and her routine’s the same.” “Thank you,” Arabella said, voice thick. She buckled Raina into the car seat with shaking hands, kissed her cheeks until Raina squealed in protest, then slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away before her courage failed.

Arianna slipped into her gown with open shoulders that hugged her figure beautifully, featuring a neckline that revealed just a hint of her generous bosom. A stylist had transformed Arianna’s hair, intricately weaving one side into a braid while securing the rest in a neat bun. Maya took charge of her makeup, opting for a light yet enchanting look. Her mother held her hand, providing her with emotional support.

She actually directed this information to Gerald, but she didn't want to speak directly to her foreign husband. "Does Axel understand what Mommy just said?" The boy nodded. Ariana gently patted his head, and for the first time, she kissed his head, surprising both Gerald and Axel. It was a natural display of affection that warmed her heart. Ariana went into the room she had mentioned earlier, locking it from the inside. Shortly after, she emerged wearing jeans and a navy blue long-sleeved shirt with a black checkered pattern, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She tucked the bottom of the shirt into her pants, revealing her flat stomach and shapely buttocks, which caught Gerald's atte

"Come in—tell me what you need, and I'll have it all packed for you!" I adjusted Lana in my arms. "Three packs of size 3 diapers," I said softly. "Two cans each of infant and follow-up formula. And those cotton onesies—one of each design in six to nine months." As I spoke, the clerk's eyes widened. She recognized me, I realized. Earlier that day, she and her coworker had whispered when I walked through these doors, wondering if I was some man's mistress or a desperate woman chasing acknowledgement for her child. But when I'd given my name—Aria Grayson, owner of Unit 3B, Shevron Estates, their faces had gone pale with disbelief.

Andre Moreno Andre is an attractive man. Being the talk of the town, he doesn't let it cloud his head as he had eyes for only one woman, Catalina Diaz who proves to be stubborn and rejected his advances. His six feet two inches frame always towers over her but she never lets it intimidate her. Mariana Mariana is Catalina's cousin who is very envious of her. Being a spoilt brat, she tries to ruin the relationship between Catalina and Andre. Paola

When she finished cleaning her body, she wrapped the towel around her body, before walking towards her room. Aria has no money with her, so Lisa helped her with her clothes. Now she helps Lisa at work , so should could have money of her own. Walking towards the closet, Aria grabbed her cream and her body things, then applied it on her body before grabbing her outfit. Which is a black crop top and blue baggy jean. Then grabbed her white sneaker. She lets down her black hair, with a smile. She head downstairs only to see Lisa walking around, her purse with her.

Her tone dripped with sarcasm. Ariana let out a silly giggle at that, clearly entertained by my mom's teasing. "But nothing's wrong with this dress!" I protested, feeling a bit defensive. "Grandma got it for me for my 16th birthday, and it still fits perfectly." My mom and Ariana burst out laughing again, and I could feel my face growing hot with embarrassment. Ariana was practically doubled over, her eyes shining with amusement. It was clear she was enjoying this way too much.

Aria unpacked the gifts she’d brought from France—skincare, perfume, and a box of desserts for each household. Knowing Marianne would soon be joining a film crew, Aria had tried to pick something that suited her personality—a pair of oversized, glamorous sunglasses worthy of a star. The moment Grandma saw them, she lit up, immediately putting them on and admiring herself in the mirror from every angle. “These are perfect! Once Wesley’s new series airs, my acting is going to make me a star. When I go out, I’ll need to keep a low profile, so people don’t recognize me. These will be perfect for that.” She beamed, adjusting the frames. “Well? Do I look like a movie star?”

And I will always be grateful for it. Ariana stepped out of the washroom , dabbing a towel on her face. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and neck. She sat on the bed with a thud, having a forlorn look on her face. “What happened Ariana?” I asked, standing up from the floor, ensuring that the little girl didn’t stir. “I just threw up. Something might have upset my stomach since lunch. I shall rest for a while. Once she is up, I have to be up.”

Even though the pain in my body was still there, my enthusiasm to take care of them would not fade. After a few heartbreaking minutes, we found out that both babies did need their diapers changed. As Mona and Lia started to prepare everything, I could feel the tension between them giving me hope that everything would be okay soon. “Don’t worry, Ariane. We’re here to help you. It’s just a small moment,” Mona said supportively, spreading a smile that always calmed me down. Quickly, Lia and Mona changed Zara and Zoya’s diapers, and their moods slowly calmed down. Once the new diapers were neatly put on, their cries subsided, and they began to look more content.