The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

The next evening, Travis Carmichael arranged a welcome party for Citrine at Crestwood's largest country club, inviting all her friends to celebrate her arrival.

It was quite the event.

Citrine was the star of the night, surrounded by friends and acquaintances, laughter and conversation swirling around her like a warm embrace.

With Travis orchestrating the festivities, the group partied well past midnight before finally calling it a night.

Citrine was usually strict with herself, but tonight, swept up in the joy of reunion, she let loose and drank more than usual. By the time she tried to leave, even walking in a straight line became a challenge.

Travis caught her before she could stumble. "Easy there, superstar. If you fall and hurt yourself, Grandpa will have my head," he teased, steadying her with a gentle hand.

"Travis, you look like your soul just left your body," Citrine slurred, her vision doubled as she shook her head, trying to clear the fog.

"How much did you drink tonight?" Travis asked, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

He crouched in front of her, hands braced on his knees, coaxing softly, “Come on, be good and let's get you home, okay?"

Citrine pouted, tugging at his sleeve like a child. "No. I don't want to go home."

It was the first time Travis had ever seen his little sister act so adorably stubborn; he couldn't help but chuckle, indulging her. "All right, then-what do you want to do?"

She considered for a moment, her voice suddenly serious. "I... I want to see the ocean."

She looked up at him, eyes pleading.

Travis surrendered with a sigh. “Okay, okay. I'll take you to the ocean."

Citrine stuck out her lower lip, reaching up to pull him down. "You-crouch."

Unable to resist, Travis gave in, his tone overflowing with affection. "Okay, okay, I'm crouching."

"Carry me," she announced, and before he could respond, she draped herself across his back.

He carefully adjusted her, making sure she was secure before standing up.

Luckily, the beach was close by.

Travis found his own heart

bit of playful struggle, they finally reached the

he called softly, tilting his head to check

answer, just the

strolled along the moonlit beach with his sleeping sister on his back for a

Citrine was now staying at the Saunders estate. Yesterday,

was still awake, gathered in the living room-everyone except Inez

Travis carrying Citrine inside, the whole family rushed

to drink,"

than Citrine opened her eyes. "Who said

Travis's back, swaying on

etched on her face. "Sweetheart, how much did

her. "I

up, throwing herself into

okay, you didn't drink," Hilda reassured her, laughing in surprise as she caught her daughter. Hilda worked out regularly, so holding Citrine's light frame was no trouble at

was

daughter this animated; she couldn't help but laugh.

and planted a kiss on

her,

"Mom, I love you."

her features. Her heart melted into

possibly resist

didn't hesitate to kiss her right

uncomfortable, Hilda set Citrine down after a moment, still grinning as she spoke to

"I'lfgo

some hangover

her up to

ruffled Citrine's cheek affectionately before heading to the

make you some soup to help

as Hilda left, Citrine turned

skipped

looking at me? Is she going

her arms around Monica's, and

sister's