Anne’s eyes sparkled. “Uncle Darin and I picked them together.”
Felicia glanced up at Darin.
He smiled at her, warm and easy.
They’d picked baskets of strawberries, and a maid whisked them away to be washed and turned into something sweet for dessert.
Wyatt looked around. “Anyone up for tennis?”
Kate jumped at the suggestion. “Yes, please. I haven’t played in forever.”
She used to be a national-level tennis player, but these days she mostly played for fun.
“Felicia, you’re playing too,” Kate said, grabbing her hand before Felicia could protest.
Felicia could only nod and go along.
Kate turned to Daniel. “Can you watch the kids for a bit?”
Daniel agreed without hesitation.
Paul piped up. “I’m going to cheer for Mommy.”
Anne chimed in right after. “Me too. I’m cheering for my mommy!”
So, with the kids in tow, they headed for the tennis courts.
The club had a locker room with fresh sportswear for everyone, men and women alike.
Once they’d all changed, Wyatt, Darin, Kate, and Felicia stepped out onto the court, while Daniel stayed back to watch the kids.
They drew lots to pick teams. Darin and Felicia ended up together.
Darin smiled at her. “Let’s do our best.”
Wyatt grinned, his eyes full of mischief. “If we’re having a match, we need a prize.”
Kate nodded. “What do you have in mind?”
Everyone thought it over for a second.
Then Kate had an idea. “Losers cook two dishes for the winners tonight.” She glanced at Darin and Felicia. “Sound good to you?”
Darin shrugged. “Fine by me.”
Felicia agreed too. It was all in good fun.
Felicia shot him a sideways look but didn’t say anything.
Kate called out, “Not bad, Felicia! You play like a pro. I might actually have to try this time.”
The second round began.
Anne’s cheering got even louder.
Randy and Mandy watched quietly from the sidelines.
Paul shouted along, “Go, Aunt Felicia!”
Just then, Dannie and Carol showed up at the entrance, watching the match from a distance.
Carol sneered. “I swear, she and Darin are a perfect match. Both cut from the same low-class cloth.”
For families like theirs, no matter how successful someone became, their birthplace always mattered more.
Dannie glanced at her. “Carol, do you really think Henry’s smarter than Max?”
Carol hesitated, caught off guard. Dannie met her gaze, steady and serious. “You know, people start to fail when they stop seeing themselves clearly. All that talk just makes you look ridiculous. You’ve been handed everything because of your family, so you never learned how to steer your own life. But Darin started at the bottom and now he stands right next to Max. Don’t you get it yet, Carol?”

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