[What's wrong?]
A text popped up on Lyra's screen. She ignored it.
After dinner, the Graysons said their goodbyes. Lyra stuck close to her family, refusing to be alone for even a second. Feeding the baby had thankfully eaten up a good chunk of time.
Then, the Wynter family arrived.
Lyra spotted their eldest daughter, Sylvia Wynter. Dressed in a flowing gown with her dark hair elegantly pinned up, Sylvia exuded a pure, refined grace. She was breathtaking just standing there, and Grandpa Alistair looked thoroughly impressed.
Seeing Sylvia triggered Lyra's memory. She had been Rowan's high school classmate. Specifically, his class president.
Lyra remembered a day she had rushed to Rowan's high school on an empty stomach. Her blood sugar plummeted on the track field, leaving her dizzy and lagging behind the crowd. Sylvia had been the first to notice. She had walked over, gently asked what was wrong, and immediately unwrapped a Lindt Chocolate to feed to Lyra. 'You have to make sure you eat,' Sylvia had murmured with a warm smile.
Pulling herself back to the present, Lyra noticed Sylvia had recognized her too, offering a polite, soft smile.
Sylvia turned her attention to Rowan. "Rowan, it's been a long time."
Rowan's sharp gaze softened, a faint smile touching his lips. "It really has. I heard you've been abroad. Has everything been well?"
"Very well. I've been majoring in vocal and instrumental music, building up my stage experience. It's been fulfilling."
Lyra took it all in. Rowan actually knew what Sylvia had been doing overseas. He was speaking to her with a warmth he rarely showed anyone else, completely stripping away his usual icy armor. There really was hope for them.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry