Miranda calmly withdrew her gaze and focused on her meal. The dishes prepared by the Landons for their guests were, of course, exceptional.Word had it that they had even invited a national banquet chef for the occasion; the food was exquisite, pleasing in both taste and presentation. Even a simple
Scott wondered why did it suddenly feel so chilly?Paul's presence was entirely unexpected. His grandfather, Bradley Jefferson, and Samuel had been close friends in their youth. They had built their fortunes side by side before ultimately choosing separate paths—one in business, the other in politic
"That's not quite right, is it? If I remember correctly, the Coopers and the Landons are distantly related. By that logic, Seb should be calling you… 'Uncle Sam,' right?" Paul remarked with a subtle smirk.This was precisely why Sam, despite being a businessman, had been invited to the Landons' gath
Scott winced slightly from the pinch Heidi had given him but quickly composed himself.After clearing his throat, he said, "What I mean is, our son is old enough now, and it's only natural he'd start feeling things. After all, which young woman doesn't yearn for romance, and which young man doesn't
Before Sam could finish his sentence, Paul interjected, "Scott, you've had too much to drink. They're all still students; studies come first. Spreading talk like this could affect everyone involved."Scott paused, realizing his slip-up before nodding. "You're right. I've had a few too many… Academic
Then there was a photo from when Sebastian was ten."He's so chubby!" Miranda blurted out.In the picture, Sebastian had lost the cute baby look and now resembled a small, plump bear. He was not only chubby but also tanned. His eyes were barely visible, squished by his cheeks.It was summertime, so
"Alright." Miranda nodded with a smile. "I'll head out first. Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Landon!""Wait! Take me with you! I'm heading the same way!" Madison called out.Sebastian pulled her back, saying, "Why are you trying to join them? I'll drive you home in a bit.""Uh, isn't that a bit… inconvenient
"It's getting late… Even if you're coming to see us, you usually wouldn't come at this hour. It's not like you," Aren remarked.Sam chuckled as he guided Aren toward the living room. "I come when I feel like it. I don't need an appointment. You're making it sound like a scheduled event, like I'm her