Chapter: 612
But then, Norah remembered-they weren't just partners in work or friends; they were a couple.
Curious about the upcoming event, Norah shifted the conversation towards the more immediate matter at hand. "Gilda, fill me in on the banquet details.”
“Absolutely, the banquet is a family-centric event, with the Wilson clan at its heart. Your uncle is contemplating a significant return to Glophia's scene. What are your thoughts on this?"
The Wilson lineage had once been a prominent force in Glophia.
Following a period of national upheaval, they chose a more understated path to expansion, effectively becoming a silent titan in the background. Norah had come to understand that the Wilson family's fortunes, amassed over centuries, could very well rival or even exceed the wealth of the Scotts.
Unlike the relatively recent ascendancy of the Scott family, the Wilsons boasted a legacy interwoven with Glophia's historical tapestry, dating back a hundred years.
Norah was in favor of the Wilson family reclaiming its stature in Glophia. She recognized that the era and circumstances had evolved, necessitating a fresh strategy.
The rationale behind her ancestors' choice for privacy puzzled her; however, she believed that it was time for the Wilsons to firmly root themselves in Glophia's landscape without concealing their influence.
She expressed her thoughts candidly.
Gilda acknowledged. "Your father is actually on the same page. The plan was in motion even before the unfortunate accident occurred while they were searching for you."
At the mention of her parents, Norah's expression grew somber.
She had been informed by Gilda and Chayce about her parents’ genuine affection for her and their relentless search, dispelling any doubts of neglect or abandonment.
Their efforts to locate her spoke volumes of their love.
Fate wasn't kind to Norah. First, she was left abandoned at the border, then taken away from her country.
It wasn't until she was grown that she made her way back to her homeland.
Gathering her thoughts, she started to take in her surroundings and speak.
Noticing the shift in Norah's mood, Gilda switched topics and began describing their immediate environment.
"This manor belongs to the Wilson family. It's a collection of villas.
The central hall of the manor is where we'll have the banquet. It's like half of this place is yours."
The Wilson family had lived in the manor for generations. It covered thousands of acres and had dozens of villas that offered a mix of relaxation, entertainment, and rest in a setting that seemed straight out of a dream.
Everywhere one looked, there were pavilions, rockery, and streams, small ponds, weeping willows, ponds full of water lilies, shaded paths, and green areas filled with plants and flowers, all thoughtfully arranged.
Given its size, walking from the entrance to the banquet hall wasn't practical, so after a few minutes, they took a shuttle to get there.
After pondering for a moment, Gilda decided to share her thoughts.
“Miss Norah, you know there's a lot of gossip about you in Glophia.