A week later, Rosita’s social media lit up with a new update.
She announced her return to the spotlight–and revealed she was already preparing to start filming a new
show.
Within the hour, headlines exploded: “Rosita Makes a Comeback–Breakup Rumors with Billionaire Fiancé?”
Carl was shocked when he saw the trending news.
He immediately reported it to Stewart.
But Stewart barely reacted, remaining unfazed.
Carl couldn’t quite figure out Stewart’s attitude. “Mr. Wentworth, should we have the story taken down?”
Before Stewart could respond, his phone vibrated on the table.
It was Rosita calling.
Stewart picked up the phone and strode over to the floor–to–ceiling windows.
When he answered, Rosita’s gentle voice came through. “Stewart, could you bring Irwin back to Lunar Heights Estate tonight? I haven’t seen him in ages… and I have some things I’d like to talk to you about.”
Stewart’s tone was cool. “Alright.”
He hung up, then dialed Cedric Clarke. “Are you free tonight?”
Cedric sounded skeptical. “If it’s not urgent, then no, I’m not.”
“Call Jason,” Stewart said. “Let’s all get together.”
Cedric was surprised. “That’s the first time you’ve ever asked to see that kid. This isn’t about him, is it?”
“It is,” Stewart replied, his voice calm. “Reach out to him. Nine o’clock. Same place as always.”
Cedric paused, then said, “Alright.”
Silveridge.
For the past few days, Briony’s baby had been kicking a lot. Sitting at her desk for even half an hour, she’d feel the little one protesting from inside.
Her productivity had plummeted; what once took a day now stretched into three.
Gwendolyn White knew this couldn’t go on. As Briony’s due date crept closer, it would soon be time for her to put her restoration work on hold.
But Briony couldn’t stand sitting idle.
It just so happened that Gwendolyn was planning a new composition for the coming season–this time, at the invitation of a major national broadcast. The piece might even be featured in the year’s most–watched variety show.
Normally, Gwendolyn would have composed the music herself.
But this year, she wanted Briony to give it a try.
She’d heard from Carney that, despite Briony’s rural upbringing, her grandfather, Josiah Kensington, had never
cut corners with her education.
Josiah had used his connections to bring in renowned teachers from across the country to mentor Briony. And Briony, bright and focused from a young age, excelled at anything artistic–be it music, painting, or
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calligraphy. Supposedly, she had started composing her own pieces by age eight.
Gwendolyn believed that with this kind of talent, Briony deserved every opportunity to shine.
At first, Briony refused. The thought of having her work performed on national television was overwhelming–she lacked the confidence.
But Gwendolyn insisted that she was getting older and feeling uninspired; maybe young blood would bring new life to classical instruments. She encouraged Briony to at least give it a shot.
Briony wavered, but the idea grew on her. Eventually, she agreed to try.
With a new goal, her days became richer and time seemed to fly.
Even her baby seemed to enjoy the music; whenever Briony was composing, the little one would settle down and stay quiet.
Sometimes, as she played her instruments, she’d feel tiny feet kicking in rhythm–not hard, but surprisingly on
beat.
When Briony shared this with James, he was delighted. Laughing, he slapped his knee and declared, “I just know our girls are going to be musical prodigies!”
