It was Edwin and Naomi.

Edwin reached into his coat and pulled out a box of pastries.

Even from way across the street, Kay could almost see the steam rising from

them.

Years ago, Edwin used to do the same for her.

She'd still been in school back then, while Edwin was already working his way up

at a Garcia Group subsidiary.

Back in the day, Mr. Edwin was nothing like the timid man he'd become now.

If she ever craved something-pizza, donuts, you name it-one call, and after

class, there he'd be at the school gates, holding exactly what she wanted.

But now...

Naomi was looking at him the way a high schooler might look at a rock star.

Kay couldn't hear her, but from the way Naomi's lips moved, she was clearly

calling him "babe."

Ha, as if someone like her could pull that off.

Edwin said something, took Naomi's hand, and the two of them walked off

together, carefree and oblivious.

Kay took a deep breath, turning to Tristan with a wry smile in her eyes.

"If the right person never shows up, being single doesn't seem so bad."

"Didn't realize you were the sentimental type," Tristan replied, always quick on the

uptake.

elsewhere. "Right now, I

It was her mother's last wish,

her down. It's

"What is it?"

holidays, and Sylvia's making a

she's had with Mr. Rupert before, and now

How am I supposed to trust

was

brow furrowed at the mention of Sylvia-he couldn't

and the Garcias

could hurt both families.

through Kay's act-she was always

he knew her game.

bother with small talk, just cut to the chase: "So what do

should do?"

had to admit,

small laugh.

anymore. Sure, she's

designer, but let's

just wants to marry

else in

better if we help

decent and let

a proper

behind his back, giving

guess where she was going

but

pretended to think it over, her sharp eyes watching

might have been Reese's aunt in name, but

had to

and couldn't help but feel a

married Kay back then, none of

never would've

Tristan's patience wore thin.

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