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...

the

Winston finally greeted

Winston carefully, responding

level, asking, "Is

for him outside. He had been so caught up since entering and seeing Sasha that he almost forgot. Alyssa was outside, thinking, "Such a

soft voice added, "Auntie, my sister and two of our staff are waiting

lifted at the mention. "The Alyssa who came with

Winston nodded obediently.

frowned, "Didn't I say she's

gently tugged at his arm, signaling him to be mindful of the

let's invite her

fingers clenched. She vividly remembered the disdainful

the Linklater family's gatekeepers

she entered the hall, her pace slowed, and she adopted

was busy with wedding invitations, sealing them with red

knew those were invitations, her mood

have called him Arthur, but this

her and instinctively scowled, his voice cold,

trying to

shouldn't have been swayed by Kate's words

distant. "Take a seat.

noncommittal response as forgiveness, although

looking at Arthur with teary eyes, "Arthur, Sasha has forgiven my indiscretion. Can you not find it in your heart to do the same?" Arthur, focused on

left her scrambling for a seat, her

Alyssa delicately

into it