Chapter: 610

After their talk, they headed to their rooms for some downtime.

The moon, climbing high, bathed the world below in a silvery sheen.

As dawn broke, the night's shadows faded away, leaving a clear sky in their wake.

Norah, sitting at her vanity, let Aaron work his magic with the makeup brush.

"Norah, the Grace Cup finals are coming up, and you're on the judging panel. Are you planning to be there in person?"

"The finals are here already?"

Norah mused, her interest piqued. She knew she was a judge for the Grace Cup but hadn't really kept tabs on the event, including the schedule for the earlier rounds or the finals.

“Yeah, the prelims are done, and thirty entries made the cut for the finals. It's all happening at the Glophia Art and Exhibition Center.

I'll be there too. Just thought you should know."

Aaron had been the one to sign her up as a Grace Cup judge, taking the responsibility seriously.

Norah narrowed her eyes slightly. "Make sure you let me know ahead of time. I'll have to request time off from the hospital."

"Understood."

He often wondered why anyone would choose a demanding, less lucrative career like medicine when fashion design seemed so much more laid- back.

After Norah finished dressing, she admired the reflection of the uniquely captivating woman in the mirror, her smile blossoming into a stunning expression.

The Wilson family had better be prepared.

At the front of a grand villa, Gilda and Chayce were visibly excited.

Gilda, sporting twin ponytails and dressed adorably, had a round, inviting face that lit up with a warm smile.

She craned her neck, scanning the road. "Chayce, do you know why Miss Norah isn't here yet?"

Despite living in Glophia, encounters with Norah were rare.

She had delegated the Wilson family's operations to them, stepping in only for major decisions while devoting her energies to the Carter family's affairs.

Now, with Norah's divorce, they saw a glimmer of hope for her increased involvement with the Wilsons.

Chayce, casually leaning against the wall with a stoic expression, checked the time. "She mentioned ten o'clock, and it's just nine- thirty. Relax."

Suddenly, Gilda's excitement peaked. "Look, Chayce, that's her car!"

Gilda's enthusiasm bubbled over as he animatedly tapped Chayce on the shoulder.