With a forced smile, Selina expressed her gratitude, âThank you.
â
âSelina, allow me to carry your suitcase,â Kyson interjected, taking her luggage and accompanying her to the villaâs exit.
At the gate, Kyson hesitated to part ways.
âSelina, should you need anything, donât hesitate to call.
â
âUnderstood, Iâm off,â Selina replied, smiling as she watched the driver load her suitcase and then slid into the car.
The vehicle began its journey, moving slowly away.
As the grandeur of the Moreno estate receded, Selinaâs grip tightened, and her eyes glinted with an icy resolve.
She vowed to herself, âRosalynn, this isnât over.
I promise to reclaim my place in the Moreno household as a lady of standing!â
Inside, observing Kysonâs return, devoid of energy, Gail inquired, âHas Selina departed?â
âYes,â Kyson answered succinctly.
Gail exhaled and shifted the conversation.
âAlright, letâs dine.
Rosa, after dinner, weâll go shopping,â she proposed.
âSure.
â
Rosalynn understood her mother was attempting to compensate for over two decades of absent affection.
While the gesture was unnecessary for her, she recognized her motherâs eagerness and agreed to partake.
âGail, itâs time we furnish our daughterâs room with care,â Brendan chimed in once more.
Gail gave a nod.
âI understand.
Rosa, have you decided on which room youâd prefer?â
Rosalynn offered a warm smile.
âAny room will do for me.
â
To her, the particular room was inconsequential; it was the company that mattered.
âBrian, Lyndon, are you still planning on staying at the hotel?â