"Welcome, welcome!"
Everyone greeted Ursula enthusiastically—everyone except Adrian.
Ursula's gaze swept over the group, briefly pausing on Adrian as she offered a nod.
Adrian remained stoic, his brow slightly furrowed, lost in thought.
Priscilla had researched Ursula thoroughly. A renowned fashion designer raised by two professors abroad, Ursula had left a strong impression on her.
Seeing the subtle exchange between Ursula and Adrian, Priscilla smiled contentedly, nodding to herself. Fortunately, another one of her sons seemed to be coming around.
But why another?
Chandler's partner wasn't particularly impressive, but the situation was already set in motion, and there was nothing Priscilla could do to change it. All she could focus on was bringing Adrian and Ursula together.
After all, she needed at least one of her sons to marry someone who met her standards.
With that in mind, Priscilla linked arms with Ursula and led her toward the dining room. "Ms. Gabin, you haven't eaten yet, have you? We just got started. If you don't mind, please join us for a bite."
"Not at all! I love a lively atmosphere," Ursula replied, her warm smile immediately putting the Newtons at ease.
During the meal, everyone did their best to make Ursula feel comfortable as their guest.
After dinner, they all came together to enjoy some dessert.
As Priscilla reached for some fruit, she noticed the cake Tyrone had brought back sitting in the fridge. Unable to resist, she decided to take it out.
There were eight slices in total, but since Helen and Ursula were watching their figures, they decided not to have any. That left one slice for each of the others, but Tyrone also declined his share.
"This cake is amazing," Priscilla said, her spirits high. After finishing her piece, she eyed the last slice on the table. "Tyrone, are you sure you don't want it? If not, I'd be happy to help myself!"
Tyrone furrowed his brows slightly. "So, are you going to eat it or not?"
"Absolutely!" Mia exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. "I'm not worried about gaining weight at all!"
With that, she grabbed the cake and eagerly took a bite. As soon as the flavor hit her, a look of pure satisfaction lit up her face.
"It's so delicious!" Mia exclaimed, shaking her shoulders in delight as she gazed up at Tyrone with admiration. "Mr. Tyrone, how do you always manage to discover such amazing desserts?"
"I have my ways," Tyrone replied with a proud smirk. "If it were easy, everyone would be just like me."
"True," Mia agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "No one can replace you, Mr. Tyrone!"
"Is that true for you as well?" Tyrone asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
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