Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

A young woman, probably in her early twenties, strolled in with Claire, and they settled on the sofa opposite Selena. The woman positioned herself directly across from Selena, who casually glanced at her and greeted, "Aunt Claire." Claire, who usually brushed Selena off, was all smiles this time, warmly saying, "You're back! I whipped up a bunch of your favorite dishes today. Make sure you eat plenty tonight. You're looking a bit too thin." Selena gave a faint smile. "Thanks. I'll make sure to eat a lot."

They chatted about family stuff, with Selena politely replying but not really diving into the conversation.

A servant brought in hot tea and some fruit. Selena picked up an apple and started munching on it slowly.

Ricky, glued to his phone playing a game, couldn't spare a hand, so he nudged Selena. "Selena, peel me an orange, will ya?"

Selena rolled her eyes but still peeled a few segments and popped them in his mouth.

"Ugh, I died! You messed up my game!"

Selena leaned over and bluntly said, "You're just not good enough to take on five at once."

Claire's patience. Clearing her throat, she finally said, "Selena, meet

striking features-big eyes, a high nose, and a sharp chin-clearly

ages. Do you remember me? You used to carry me around when I

that far apart in age. I doubt I

bond, but Selena wasn't making it easy, leaving Lydia feeling

here's the deal. Lydia's a juniorin college and needs a solid internship

good. Could you put in a word

warm reception, the home-cooked meal

grades. I've brought my transcripts if you'd like to see them," Lydia eagerly pulled out a thick stack from her

them; all A+'s,

have no trouble landing the spot through the usual application process. If I step in, folks will just assume she

fair to her,