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    Just then, a knock echoed from the door.


    Giselle stepped into the room after knocking and made her way to the bed, where she sat down. “How did the concert gost night?”


    With a warm smile, Brenna rested her head on Giselle’sp. “Great. I had no idea Dalton was that talented. He really knows how to put on a show. He has a great voice, smooth dance moves, a handsome face, and he can act, too. He’s got the whole package.”


    Giselle’s eyes lit up with pride. “He’s been passionate about acting ever since he was little. He was always drawn to performing. To follow that dream, he took every kind of ss you can imagine. He works incredibly hard and will pick up any skill just to prepare for a role. You should see his room; it’s packed with certificates.”


    Giselle felt nothing but pride. Every one of her three children had turned out exceptional.


    She said to Brenna, “Come on, you need to get up now. Ableson called again about the prosthetic limb. Audrey’s here in person; she’s waiting downstairs.” Brenna sat upright.


    Brenna continued rummaging through her closet for something to wear, still moving at a slow pace.


    “I’ll head down and keep Audreypany. Don’t take too long,” said Giselle as she made her way out of the room.


    A few minutester, Brenna came downstairs as well.


    “Brenna, I hope I didn’t wake you up?” Audrey said with a cheerful smile.


    “Not at all. I was already getting ready,” replied Brenna, handing her a rolled-up blueprint. “Here’s the design. The manufacturer’s already on it. It should be finished in about a week.”


    Audrey looked closely at the blueprint, studying every detail. It wasn’t new to her; Brenna had already shown it to Ableson and her afterpleting the draft, and he had been more than satisfied with it.


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    “I really appreciate this,” said Audrey, her tone sincere.


    Brenna said, “This versiones with an intelligent assistance system, so once it’s built, we’ll need time to test and calibrate everything. I think they’ve already started the testing process. Just ask your father to give them a few more days.”


    Just then, her phone started ringing. She nced down at the screen. The number wasn’t familiar, but it didn’t look like a scam, either, so she answered. Neville’s voice came through on the other end. “Miss Harper, Mr. Mitchell is in a social engagement. Could youe over?”


    Brenna couldn’t shake the sense that something was off with Ethan. She had known him long enough to be familiar with how jam-packed his days typically were. With constant invites from friends, business partners, and social circles pulling him toward dinners and drinks, he was busy every day. Yet, never once had he asked her to go and help him with it like this.


    “Is something the matter?” Brenna asked, her tone filled with concern.


    Neville kept quiet for several seconds, clearly hesitant to answer. The truth wasn’t exactly easy to share, and he feared that revealing it might make Brenna decline the request.


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