It was clear now—Ferdinand was never meant to be Briony’s soulmate.
The White family home was always full of laughter and warmth, especially during the holidays, but Gwendolyn White’s heart was never quite at ease when it came to Briony.
Though she wasn’t Briony’s biological mother, Gwendolyn cared more about the rest of Briony’s life than Julia ever could.
Julia, for her part, was sweet and affectionate but had a childlike dependence on Briony. With her memories still hazy, Julia’s state of mind had never quite matured; she worried little about her daughter, who was now a mother herself.
As the night grew late, everyone retired to their rooms.
Briony tucked her two children into bed, humming softly as they drifted off.
A gentle knock sounded at the door.
Briony got up and opened it.
Gwendolyn White stood in the hallway, her voice low and tender. “Are the kids asleep?”
“They just nodded off,” Briony replied, stepping out and looping her arm through Gwendolyn’s. “Couldn’t sleep either, Godmother?”
With a look brimming with affection, Gwendolyn smiled. “It’s been so long since we’ve really talked. I wanted a little heart-to-heart with you.”
Briony’s voice was warm and calm. “Shall we have a drink together then?”
Gwendolyn was no stranger to a glass of good wine, and ever since Briony had taken over Starlight Entertainment, she’d gotten used to the occasional business dinner herself.
“How about some wine?” Briony suggested. “A little red does wonders for the complexion and helps you sleep, too.”
Gwendolyn agreed with a soft laugh.
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