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Gloria blushed and replied, “You’re too kind.”

“Had my daughter not brought your desserts over for Thanksgiving, I wouldn’t have ever found you, and this never would have happened.” I pointed at the entrance behind me, where past the lobby and into the lower belly of the hotel was Gloria’s newest bake shop.

My guests were going to be able to snack on her treats anytime they wanted.

“Half of LA now knows about her,” my daughter said, smiling at her friend. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

While they hugged, Ford and his daughter came over along with Dominick and his girlfriend, Kendall, as well.

“This place is gorgeous,” Ford said, picking up his little girl in his arms.

I remembered when mine had been that size. When her tiny hands would hold on to me so tightly. When her pigtails would tickle my face.

When I could protect her from everything.

“You should be proud of your brother,” I said to him. “He worked his tail off on this hotel.”

Ford clapped Jenner’s shoulder and said,