In that moment, Lauren saw everything with painful clarity. Even though she shared the Brennan name with Cecilia, which made her sound so much closer to the family, she was still just the adopted daughter.
And even that title came with a hollow ring—she hadn’t been chosen by Cecilia herself, but rather accepted by the Brennans as Cecilia’s stand-in. Cecilia had never truly acknowledged her.
What did it matter how kind they acted toward her on ordinary days? The moment Anastasia entered the picture, Lauren was pushed aside, like she barely existed.
Anastasia caught Lauren’s gloomy expression out of the corner of her eye, but couldn’t be bothered to pay her any mind. Instead, she took the delicate bracelet her grandmother had just given her, slipping it on with obvious care. “Thank you, Grandma.”
“Silly girl, what’s there to thank me for?” Mrs. Brennan, her eyes shining with emotion, reached out and gently stroked Anastasia’s hair. “All these years, I’ve only ever given you this one thing.”
Sensing the sadness in the air, Anastasia quickly tried to change the subject. “Grandma, what brings you here today?”
“Lauren said she wanted to have a family portrait taken, so I came along to help pick out the photographer and look at some samples…” Mrs. Brennan’s voice suddenly caught in her throat.
A family portrait—she ought to be taking it with her Ana. What was the point of having one without her, posing with Lauren instead?
In an instant, all enthusiasm for the portrait vanished. She’d only agreed because Lauren had seemed so down lately, and when Lauren suggested it, she hadn’t the heart to refuse. But now, seeing her Ana again, she realized how wrong it felt.
“Forget it. We’ll take the photo another time,” she said, her tone final. She’d wait until her Ana returned to the Brennan family, and then they’d do it properly.
Winni, standing behind, immediately glanced at Lauren’s face. Seeing Lauren biting her lip, her expression humiliated and wounded, Winni’s heart ached for her. She wanted to say something to her mother-in-law, but the words stuck in her throat.
“So, what was all the commotion earlier? Did someone upset you?” Mrs. Brennan asked, her concern shifting to Anastasia.
Anastasia didn’t bother to shield Lauren. She replied plainly, “I was here with Harrison to take our engagement photos. Mr. David—the photographer—was personally invited by Harrison. But just now, he and Lauren tried to throw me out, saying I wasn’t worthy of his services.”


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