The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Sasha's eyes twinkled with amusement as she spoke. She put down her pen and stepped forward to greet Winston personally-after all, he was just a little guy.

Winston toddled over, his little legs moving quickly. He was dressed in a British-inspired outfit, a sea-blue striped button-up shirt paired with navy shorts, a blend of retro and fashionable.

He was carrying a bouquet of vibrant roses, each bloom full and bright, their scent filling the air.

Winston could barely hold the bouquet with one hand and had been clutching it with both as he ran over. Now, looking up at Sasha with excitement, he exclaimed, "Auntie, look at the roses I brought for you!"

Sasha's heart swelled with joy at the sight of the flowers, a happy smile spreading across her face. "These don't look like they were bought; they seem freshly cut, so vibrant."

Winston's voice was soft, "They're from our garden. I asked the gardener to cut them especially for you!"

Feeling even more delighted, Sasha took Winston's hand and found a clear glass vase, filling it with water and arranging the bouquet of roses inside.

Arthur, seeing the bright red roses, couldn't help but smile. "This little guy is really sweet with Sasha. Quite the charmer."

Sitting on the couch, Vivienne raised an eyebrow. She had been at the same party and had seen Winston interacting with his mother, pondering for a moment.

Sasha pulled Winston towards Vivienne, her voice gentle, "This is my daughter, Vivienne."

Vivienne was momentarily taken aback by the unusual family dynamics.

Alyssa and Sasha were about the same age.

Winston was Alyssa's younger brother.

Normally, Winston would call Sasha "sister."

But Vivienne was over a decade older than Winston...

at the oddity, finding

greeted her, a bit

carefully, responding warmly,

then crouched to Winston's level,

had been so caught up since entering and seeing Sasha that he almost forgot. Alyssa was outside, thinking,

sister and two of our

eyebrows lifted at the mention. "The Alyssa who came with you last

Winston nodded obediently.

a ribbon and frowned, "Didn't I say she's not welcome in the Linklater

his arm, signaling him to be mindful of

let's invite her

vividly remembered the disdainful looks from

gatekeepers

slowed, and

with wedding invitations, sealing

knew those were invitations, her mood

called him Arthur, but this time she

his voice cold, "What are you

to

prevent Sasha and Arthur's marriage, let tears fall, playing her part perfectly. "Arthur, was wrong about the party incident. I shouldn't have been swayed by Kate's words and treated Ms. Perez with such hostility. I'm here on behalf of the

but distant. "Take a seat. I'll have someone bring you some tea

took Sasha's noncommittal response as forgiveness, although

Can you not find it in your heart to do the same?" Arthur, focused on the invitations, responded coolly, "Your issue is with Sasha, not

Alyssa, Arthur's reaction left

in tea and snacks, Alyssa delicately tasted

bit into it