When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 293

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Daisy arrived at the private airport in Lisbourn a little past noon. The moment she stepped out of the sleek terminal building, the familiar cool breeze of the city brushed softly against her skin, carrying the faint scent of blooming jacaranda trees and distant sea air.

Unlike the fast–paced, relentless energy of Southvale with its towering skyscrapers and constant movement, Lisbourn carried its elegance in a quieter, more refined way. The city was calmer, older, steeped in generations of old money that did not need to prove itself loudly through flash or noise.

A black luxury vehicle was already waiting for her just outside the terminal, polished to a mirror shine under the afternoon sun. Standing beside it was the Noah family’s longtime driver, Mr. Walter, an older man with kind eyes and impeccable posture. The moment he saw her, his face broke into a warm, genuine smile. “Miss Daisy,” he greeted respectfully.

Daisy’s lips curved faintly despite the persistent heaviness lodged in her chest. “Mr. Walter.”

The man hurried forward with quiet efficiency, taking the designer luggage from her hand before opening the back door for her with practiced care. “Madam has been waiting for you since morning,” he informed her warmly as she slid into the plush leather seat. “She’s been checking the time every fifteen

minutes.”

That sounded exactly like her mother.

As the car pulled smoothly away from the airport, Daisy rested her head back against the seat and stared out through the tinted window. Lisbourn looked exactly the same as she remembered–beautiful stone architecture, quiet luxury boutiques with discreet signage, tree–lined boulevards, and a pervasive sense of old money everywhere. Everything felt timeless here, untouched by the chaotic rush of newer cities.

But somehow, today, she could not enjoy any of it. Because ever since leaving Southvale, one face had refused to leave her mind. Ray.

Her fingers tightened unconsciously around her phone resting in her lap. It annoyed her greatly–the fact that she missed him this much. It annoyed her even more after seeing that gold engagement invitation. The memory of those embossed words still burned behind her eyes.

Daisy closed her eyes briefly, trying to push the image away. She still could not believe it. Ray Simpson. Engaged. To another woman. The thought alone felt fundamentally wrong in her head, like a piece of reality had been twisted out of place.

The car eventually left the city center and entered one of the most exclusive, private residential districts in Lisbourn. Security around the area tightened immediately–tall wrought–iron gates, discreet surveillance systems hidden among ancient trees, and armed guards stationed carefully around neighboring estates. This was where the truly powerful families lived, the ones who stayed far away from unnecessary public attention and flashy displays of wealth.

Finally, the Noah estate came into view. The black iron gates opened silently at the approach of the family vehicle, and the car drove smoothly onto the enormous, perfectly manicured property. The estate itself looked breathtaking beneath the golden afternoon sunlight.

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A massive detached mansion stood proudly at the center of the grounds, surrounded by lush, perfectly trimmed gardens, elegant fountains, and rows of flowers maintained with meticulous care across the rolling landscape. The Noah family had lived here for generations, and every corner of the estate carried that deep history naturally. Nothing looked overly flashy or ostentatious. Everything simply looked expensive, elegant, and untouchable.

Daisy let out a quiet breath as the car finally stopped at the grand entrance. Before she could even step out properly, the tall front doors swung open.

“Daisy!”

A beautiful older woman hurried outside almost immediately. Her long silk dress flowed softly with the breeze as she approached quickly, completely unconcerned about maintaining perfect composure.

Celeste Noah pulled her daughter into a tight, heartfelt embrace the moment Daisy stepped out of the vehicle, wrapping her arms around her as though she hadn’t seen her in years.

“My baby,” Celeste murmured, voice thick with emotion.

Daisy laughed softly as her mother kissed both her cheeks repeatedly, the familiar scent of her perfume bringing an unexpected wave of comfort. “Mother.”

“You’ve gotten thinner again,” Celeste complained immediately while holding Daisy’s face carefully between her manicured hands. “You’re not eating properly in Southvale. I can see it in your cheeks.”

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