Chapter 388
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-12-18 23:22:13

Selena chuckled softly when Charlotte mentioned the cost of the wine, waving her hand as though the matter were insignificant, almost laughable.

Her movement was fluid, practiced, the kind that suggested she was entirely at ease in this setting.

“That’s nothing,” Selena said lightly, her voice smooth and reassuring.

“Compared to what today means, the price doesn’t matter at all. A birthday like this deserves color, beauty, and memories.”

She paused, her gaze lingering on Charlotte’s face.

“And more than that, I needed you to know how special you are to me.”

Charlotte studied her sister, searching for any sign of exaggeration or hidden intent. Instead, she found only calm composure and what appeared to be sincerity.

“You mean that?” Charlotte asked quietly, surprise edging her voice.

Selena nodded slowly, deliberately.

“Of course I do. We’ve lost so much time, Charlotte. Years that we can never get back.”

Her expression softened, and for a moment, something like regret flickered
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