No Strings Attached

Clara gazed at the bracelet, its significance immediately apparent to her. She lifted her eyes to lan, a silent question dancing in their depths.

With a chuckle, lan ruffled her hair affectionately. "Silly girl, if Grandma Rose gives you something, just take it. Don't look at me. You're the one who'll be running the show here, not me." His words laid bare the nature of their relationship and the future that awaited Clara.

Among the elite gathered, such hints did not go unnoticed. With practiced grace, they raised their champagne flutes in celebration, eager to curry favor while lan was in high spirits. Clara offered a demure smile. "Thank you, Grandma Rose."

Rose beamed, and her smile was so wide that it threatened to split her face. She called out to the others in the room, "I've given my gift. What about you lot? Don't you dare shortchange our dear Clara."

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