Celeste understood all of this. She leaned against Hogan's shoulder, crying quietly for a while without saying a word.
Amara hadn’t expected to witness such a scene when she went out today.
She never would have sympathized with Celeste, but it wasn’t as though she still hated her either—those feelings were long gone. Too much time had passed, and now Celeste wasn’t doing well. Amara had too many of her own worries to spare any thoughts for Celeste.
With all of this combined, Amara found that she didn’t feel anything for Celeste anymore.
She set down her fork and said, “If that’s all, I’m going.” She had no time to watch Celeste cry and was ready to leave.
Celeste kept sobbing into Hogan’s shoulder, too overcome to respond. Hogan looked up at Amara and nodded. With that, Amara turned and walked out.
As she stepped out of the dessert shop, Amara’s mind was still turning over what had just happened. Behind her, she heard footsteps—Celeste had hurried after her.
“Amara, wait!” Celeste called out, her voice breaking with tears.
Amara stopped in her tracks and turned around, her tone cold. “What do you want?”
Celeste’s eyes were rimmed red, streaks of tears dried on her cheeks. She pressed her lips together tightly, looking at Amara with a mix of stubbornness and pain.
“Amara, I’ve actually always hated you—not just because you used to be ugly, but because you stole Grandpa’s affection from me!” she said angrily.
Amara blinked, not quite sure what Celeste meant.


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