Chapter: 1175

The setting sun bathed the world in a breathtaking tapestry of crimson and gold. Peace enveloped them as they gazed at the magnificent spectacle.

Susanna, her voice barely a whisper, murmured, “I wish Norah were here."

Tears welled in Joanna's eyes, a sob catching in her throat. "She may not be," she choked out, “but let's enjoy this beauty in her memory."

For Joanna and Susanna, Norah's name was a silent bond, a constant reminder of their shared loss. They stood together, united in grief, yet finding solace in each other's presence.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking display that no photograph could capture.

They lingered on the shore, their laughter carried away by the wind.

A bittersweet ache filled their hearts, a wish for Norah to share this perfect moment.

At Wilson Manor.

The venue hosting the banquet was decked out in Luxury, surrounded by various high-end cars parked at the entrance.

Many big shots in Glophia attended the banquet. It was the perfect opportunity for them to widen their social circles.

The Wilsons often hosted various events, including birthday celebrations, baby's first-month parties, flower exhibitions, and business networking events. They always invited high-society guests.

No one ever turned down an invitation from the Wilsons. This year, they had been growing steadily, if not rapidly.

"Mr. Scott, glad you are here. Come on in.”

Hank and Elsa, welcoming guests at the entrance, hurriedly greeted Sean who just stepped out of his vehicle and assisted a woman from the back seat.

The woman stepped out of the car wearing a stunning haute couture dress. She grasped Sean's arm with care, trying to draw near yet seeming hesitant to fully close the gap between them.

When she lifted her head, Hank and Elsa were taken aback.

Her beauty was enhanced by light makeup, though her large eyes betrayed a hint of fear.

Shockingly, she bore a resemblance to Norah.

Norah's appearance was captivating. Each feature of her face was remarkable on its own, and together, they were even more striking.

Her beauty had a way of enchanting anyone who saw her.

Hank, feigning curiosity, asked, "Mr. Scott, who is this "Hello, Mr. Wilson. I'm Marlene Harrison, Sean's date," Marlene responded with a gentle smile. Sean had coached her on what to say before she left the car.

Elsa adjusted her dress and said, "Mr. Scott, I thought you would bring Rita Moore, the celebrity. Your shippers have been eager to see you two together lately."

Sean responded with a cool nod.

"It's just rumors. Let's head inside."