Chapter: 611
"It's been ages since we last saw Miss Norah. I'm genuinely emotional about this reunion."
Chayce responded with his characteristic cool demeanor, "You had ample opportunity to visit her but chose not to."
“I've been swamped, alright?"
Gilda defended herself with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her collar in anticipation of making a polished impression on the esteemed lady.
Chayce couldn't help but let out a snort of amusement.
A sleek black luxury car gracefully came to a halt at the entrance of the grand manor. The rear door swung open, unveiling a foot encased in a shimmering silver stiletto heel.
A sophisticated gray dress cascaded down as the occupant stepped out, leading the eye up to a visage of breathtaking allure.
The woman, adorned in flawless makeup, radiated sophistication, her bright eyes taking in her surroundings with keen interest.
Such a vision of loveliness she was.
Gilda had always marveled at how Norah's beauty seemed to encapsulate the finest features of her parents, branding her as a true paragon of beauty.
Adorned and prepared for the day, Norah's allure was even more pronounced.
"Miss Norah!"
Gilda called out as she swiftly closed the distance between them with enthusiasm. "Chayce and I have been here waiting for you for the last half an hour. Your uncle's family is already present.”
Norah took a moment to observe Gilda and Chayce. It had been three years since their paths last crossed when they revealed to her the truth about her lineage as a Wilson.
Back then, both appeared far less seasoned than the figures standing before her today.
Over the years, they had matured, adopting a more refined demeanor.
Despite Gilda's youthful face and attire betraying her actual age, she was, in fact, several years Norah's senior.
“Gilda, Chayce, it's been quite some time." Norah greeted them warmly.
"I haven't seen you in so long, Gilda, yet you've managed to maintain your youthful and vibrant style," she complimented, noting Gilda's whimsical fashion sense.
"21 forever," Gilda quipped with a grin, forming a heart with her fingers. “And look at you-becoming ever more radiant."
"“Chayce, a smile wouldn't hurt. It's been ages, and you're still as stoic as ever, like a walking freezer."
Norah teased, noting the perpetually cool aura that Chayce emanated.
Chayce responded with a hint of a smile, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, yet he remained silent.
Norah, familiar with his reserved and quiet nature, couldn't help but wonder about his dynamic with Gilda. How did Gilda manage to be with someone so boring? Wouldn't their interactions lack excitement?