Mark, sensing her potential distress, gently comforted her, âThe kids have been headstrong.
I apologize, Cecilia.
â
Cecilia leaned into his embrace, reflecting for a moment before speaking.
âI was headstrong in my youth too.
If I hadnât been, our paths might never have crossed.
If I condemn them now, Iâd be denying my own past.
It wouldnât be fair to Edwin and Laura.
â
Their love, genuine and profound, mirrored that of Edwin and Lauraâs.
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Realizing it was their son who had pursued Laura first, Cecilia saw no reason to hold the poor girl accountable for it.
Mark encircled Cecilia in his arms, creating a serene bubble amidst the cityâs vibrant fireworks display.
In their quiet world, Mark held his wife close, a comforting presence as she leaned on his shoulder.
After a prolonged silence, Ceciliaâs soft voice broke through.
âMark, you donât need to do this.
Iâm stronger than you think!â
She smiled faintly.
âThose events are long past.
Thereâs no sense in letting old grudges interfere with their happiness⦠Iâve grown wiser over the years.
â
Mark cherished her innocence, despite the years that separated them.
He was grateful for the lifetime she had spent with him, knowing his time to give her was finite.
As they sat together, Mark pondered the future, relieved that t
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heir well-raised son, Edwin, would be there to look after Cecilia in the future.
Their conversation ceased, each yearâs end marking one less year together, making their time all the more precious.
Olivia, bubbling with energy, interrupted their tranquility.
âDad, can we set off more fireworks?â she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.
Mark gently stroked Oliviaâs head.
âAsk the butler to help you,â he suggested.
Olivia pouted.
âHeâs scared and cold, already hiding under the blankets!â
Mark, adoring his child, donned his coat and beckoned Cecilia.
âLetâs go down and watch.
â
Cecilia hesitated, but Mark led her downstairs regardless.