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    The next morning marked the day of Brenna and Ethan’s wedding photoshoot. Brenna rose early and stretched with a yawn. As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Ethan waiting in the living room. His suit was sharp, and the sight of him looking so good chased away thest of her sleepiness.


    “You look dashing today,” she said. “The suit suits you perfectly.”


    Ethan replied, “If you like it, I’ll wear it for the photos today.”


    Meanwhile, Sandra, well aware of the asion, had risen early. She was already preparing a meal for Brenna.


    “Brenna, Mr. Mitchell looks really handsome today. You two make such a perfect couple,” she said.<fnc4f4> ?? ??? ???? ?? ???? ???? ???????s, ????s? ??s?? find?novel</fnc4f4>


    She wasn’t just being polite. Ethan did look striking. She couldn’t help but nce at him a few times, wondering why her new status hadn’t attracted any admirers yet.


    She wished some wealthy heir might one day take a fancy to her.


    Brenna smiled. “Of course. He’s the most handsome man in the world.”


    “I sure am,” Ethan said with a smug smile.


    With that, he joined Brenna at the dining table. He set a te in front of her and ced a fork in her hand. “Sorry for making you get up so early on a weekend, honey.”


    Sandra walked over carrying some pies. “Brenna, I made these myself. They’ve got that homemade vor you can’t get from a restaurant. Try one. Mr. Mitchell, you should taste them, too. They’re really quite good.” She offered them with deliberate care.


    Brenna picked one up, took a bite, and found it delicious. “It is tasty. It really tastes different from what chefs usually make,” she said.


    Ethan gave a small nod. “In that case, I’d better try one as well.”


    Sandra watched the exchange, her chest tightening with envy. Brenna, once absent from the Harper family, had returned, just like her. Sandra couldn’t help but wonder if she might ever find someone like Ethan for herself. She longed for a partner who cared for her, understood her needs, and possessed both wealth and charm. Every time she looked at Ethan, he seemed to embody everything she imagined in an ideal husband.


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    When Ethan finally sampled one of the pies, he nodded toward Brenna. “The vor really is good.”


    Sandra’s face lit up like a child basking in praise. “If you both enjoyed them, I’ll make more next time. In the past, my foster father was always buried in work, and my mother spent her days gambling, so no one cared for me at home. If I wanted to eat, I had to cook for myself. Little by little, I taught myself everything.”


    She was eager to pry into Brenna’s past, secretly hoping Ethan might feel sympathy—or better yet, develop some interest in her if her past was more pitiful than Brenna’s. The chances were slim, yet she still clung to that fragile hope.


    “What about you, Brenna? When you lived with the Barretts, did you have to cook for yourself?” she asked. Her eyes lingered on Brenna, filled with expectation.


    After a pause, Brenna said without warmth, “The Barrett family treated me harshly. You had your mother with you in the past, but I had no one. To the Barrett family, I was only a tool. They kept me from school and demanded design drafts from me, and when I failed, they starved me or beat me. I was forced to cook, clean, and wash clothes like a servant. Believe…”


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