"Should we add a few more booths?" Yolanda Greenwood asked, her excitent faintly showing.
Sunny Skies nodded and led Yolanda further inside. "Let’s go check out the booths first. See if you like the overall design style, and we can discuss adding booths as we go. Is that okay?"
"Of course! Sorry for the trouble," Yolanda responded with a smile and a nod.
The day went by quickly, and by the ti Yolanda confird the relevant details, it was already 5:00 p.m.
"Alright, this area is settled for now. I’ll head out first." She had been the first to pick up Little Ella yesterday, and her visibly happy reaction made Yolanda want to be the first again today.
"Alright, Miss Greenwood, take care. Feel free to call if anything cos up," Sunny Skies said as she watched Yolanda leave.
Suddenly, soone approached them. "Who was the person that just left?"
"Director Taylor!" Sunny Skies imdiately straightened up. "That was Miss Greenwood from Heart Island Design."
"It was her?" Sophie Taylor stared at Yolanda’s departing figure, inexplicably finding the silhouette familiar—it reminded her of a forr idol.
"Director Taylor? Is everything alright?" Sunny Skies noticed her dazed expression and called out softly.
"It’s nothing." Sophie Taylor snapped out of it. Her idol had committed suicide three years ago by jumping into the sea. How could the dead possibly return?
She forced a smile and instructed Sunny Skies, "Heart Island Design’s products are excellent. Arrange for Miss Greenwood to et when there’s an opportunity."
"Sure thing, Director Taylor. Miss Greenwood seed to be in a bit of a hurry today, possibly dealing with sothing," Sunny Skies said, embarrassed.
"No problem, we’ll catch up next ti." Sophie Taylor encouraged her briefly before leaving.
Since Yolanda Greenwood’s rumored death, the Coldson Group had been hosting two major jewelry design exhibitions each year, inviting jewelry designers from across the globe to participate.
Sophie Taylor knew this was Cooper Coldson’s way of searching for Yolanda. Yet... she sighed softly. This ti, the design style of Heart Island Design’s products bore so resemblance to Yolanda’s style from three years ago, albeit bolder, which had captured her attention imdiately.
But she clearly understood—it couldn’t be Yolanda. It would never be her again.
Later that day, Yolanda Greenwood was again the first to pick up Little Ella, who was bursting with excitent. As soon as they got into the taxi, she couldn’t stop chatting.
Little Ella pulled out a small bear-shaped cookie and handed it to Yolanda. "Mommy, this is for you. My big brother made it."
"Big brother?" Yolanda was montarily confused before realizing this was Little Ella’s new friend from kindergarten.
She examined the cookie closely and couldn’t help but praise it. "Your big brother sure is a talented little one."
"Yes! Big brother can draw too, and he draws super beautifully." Little Ella excitedly pulled two drawings out of her backpack.
It turned out they’d had a drawing class today.
Little Ella handed the two drawings to Yolanda. "Today’s drawing the was ’Flight.’"
Yolanda saw the first drawing and imdiately chuckled. She could tell at a glance that this was Little Ella’s work.
They say children inherit their parents’ artistic genes, but Little Ella hadn’t inherited the faintest bit of Yolanda’s drawing talent. The child’s strokes were clumsy, and the pair of wings she drew on the blank sheet of paper was crooked beyond asure—adorably so.
"Mommy, you’re not allowed to laugh at ." Little Ella snatched her drawing back angrily. "Look at my big brother’s—it’s super beautiful."
The next mont, Yolanda was stunned by her brother’s artwork displayed before her.
Brilliant colors filled the entire canvas, nearly covering the original color of the board. Amidst the vibrant hues were countless wings of varying shapes and colors. It was clear the boy had thought of the sa the as Little Ella—except his wings were all incomplete.
Yolanda found herself drawn into the painting. She felt as though she was stepping into the little boy’s world.
A world bursting with color, yet inhabited by only one child. An unmistakable loneliness perated the scene.
"How is it? Isn’t my big brother amazing?" Little Ella boasted proudly, as though the boy truly was her sibling.
Yolanda snapped out of her emotions. "It’s hard to imagine a three-year-old creating this work. Truly impressive—a rare talent."
"Big brother is the best," Little Ella said triumphantly, lifting her chin. "He and Mommy are both wizards who can talk to colors."
Yolanda froze for a mont. "Wizards who talk to colors"—this phrase was part of a review praising one of her award-winning works. Sohow, the little girl had rembered it.
But the child’s words sparked sothing for Yolanda. This boy indeed shared her sensitivity to color. She found herself growing increasingly intrigued by him.
anwhile, on the other side of town, Little Gabriel was again the last to leave the classroom.
As soon as he saw Cooper Coldson, Gabriel proudly pulled out an apple, his eyes lighting up as he looked at Cooper.
"It’s from his friend." Elsie Adams smiled gently from a distance. "It seems Gabriel really likes this friend."
Cooper Coldson was glad for Little Gabriel’s joy. After bidding farewell to Elsie Adams, he took Gabriel into the car.
Throughout the ride, Gabriel cradled the apple as though it were a treasure, unwilling to eat it. A faint smile lingered on his lips.
"Do you really like that friend, Gabriel?" Cooper asked tentatively.
"Little sister!" Gabriel replied softly, saying two rare words.
Cooper froze in shock, staring at Gabriel in disbelief. After a while, he asked again to confirm, "Gabriel, did you just say little sister?"
"Little sister!" Gabriel repeated, his voice now filled with unmistakable joy.
Ecstatic, Cooper asked Richard Reyes, "Did you hear that? Gabriel just said little sister. He said little sister."
Richard glanced at the rearview mirror, his expression cautious. He suspected Gabriel had rely t a little girl and called her "little sister," which was likely different from the "little sister" Cooper understood.
Not wanting Cooper to get overly sentintal about this, Richard imdiately suggested, "President Coldson, you could ask Teacher Adams for the girl’s na and description."
"Yes, I’ll ask Teacher Adams right now." Cooper replied and noticed Gabriel watching him intently, his gaze full of expectation.
Unable to decipher Gabriel’s emotions, Cooper gently stroked his head and said, "Daddy will send Teacher Adams a ssage."
After contemplating briefly, he texted: [Hello Teacher Adams, could you please tell the na of Gabriel’s friend at kindergarten? Do you possibly have her photo?]
Elsie Adams did not respond imdiately upon receiving the ssage.
At that mont, her suspicion deepened—Gabriel and Ella. These nas couldn’t just be a coincidence. Perhaps the two children... were really siblings.
If so, wouldn’t that make Yolanda Greenwood the wife Cooper Coldson had been searching for all this ti?
Elsie’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably. Over the two years she’d known Cooper, thanks to Gabriel, she’d gone from love at first sight to growing affection over ti. She repeatedly reminded herself to resist, yet found herself hopelessly drawn to him.
But how should she respond to Cooper’s ssage now?
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