On the drive home, Evelyn set her trophy aside, already absorbed in her toys again. Eleanor glanced back and saw her daughter’s indifference to the honor she’d just received; a gentle relief washed over her. After all, children should be allowed to stay children at heart.
Goodwin Manor.
Gina and Magdalen had just finished watching the live broadcast, both beaming with pride. Seeing Evelyn, so young and composed on stage, performing with such poise, filled them with satisfaction.
“But why was Vanessa there? And how did Ian end up inviting her to be a judge?” Magdalen asked, her voice heavy with resentment.
Gina was puzzled too. She’d assumed Vanessa was still in Drexford—her daughter had said as much the last time they talked. Could Ian really have brought her back just to judge his daughter’s competition?
“I’m not sure either. But Evelyn was wonderful today. Maybe one day—”
Before Gina could finish, her mother-in-law cut her off. “Evelyn’s meant for greater things. The arts are just to shape her character. She’s not about to make a living off the piano.”
Gina paused, then nodded in agreement.
“That’s right! I’d love to see her follow in Ellie’s footsteps—go into science, become a brilliant researcher.” Magdalen’s face shone with hope.
Gina smiled and nodded. “That would be wonderful.”
“What’s Ian even up to lately? He’s never around. Don’t tell me he’s off with her again!” Magdalen scowled, realizing it had been weeks since she’d seen her grandson.
Gina knew from her daughter that Ian had been away on business in Drexford. Now that Vanessa had shown up at Evelyn’s competition, she couldn’t say for sure whether her son and Vanessa were together. But to avoid upsetting her mother-in-law, she replied, “Mom, Ian’s twenty-nine. He’s got his own career to worry about.”
Gina dabbed at her eyes. “What else can I say? He was Evelyn’s grandfather, and he’s gone. No matter how much I resent it, there’s no one left to blame.”
“And let’s not bring this up in front of Ellie again,” Magdalen said quietly. “After she and Ian divorced, she’s drifted further and further from us. I still hope they’ll get back together one day.” Her gaze was wistful.
Just then, Serena walked through the door, catching the last part of the conversation. She rolled her eyes. “Grandma, you’re always wishing they’d get back together, but have you ever considered what my brother wants?”
Magdalen turned to her granddaughter, giving her a disapproving look. “Why are you out so late again? A young woman shouldn’t be running around every night.”
Serena had indeed been partying more than usual lately. With her new circle of friends, dinner invitations and parties had become routine. But even after a long day of fun, she couldn’t shake the emptiness inside. She was just chasing a distraction, nothing more.

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