These days, Gwyneth rarely touched a race car. Now and then, she’d fool around with a simulator for a bit of nostalgia, but she didn’t like talking about her old life.
That didn’t mean she disliked Victoria, though.
Her mother’s little admirer didn’t bother Gwyneth in the slightest.
She just felt there was no need to get too close—after all, they’d only just crossed paths.
“Hey, where are you headed later? Mind if I tag along?” Leonie piped up, clinging to Gwyneth’s arm without hesitation. “I’m hopeless with directions, but I feel so much safer with you, sis!”
Gwyneth couldn’t tell if Leonie was always this forward or if she truly idolized her the way she did her mother.
Normally, Gwyneth wasn’t one for sightseeing buddies, but this time, for some inexplicable reason—or maybe it was the thought of that creep who’d been eyeing Leonie earlier—she nodded her agreement.
“I’m going to Twilight Church, to say a prayer for my family. I’ll get a blessing for my dad—well, for my father, too.”
Leonie’s eyes lit up. “Great! I’ll get one for my family as well.”
“The sun’s coming out,” Gwyneth said.
“Wow—look at that view!” Leonie gasped, her excitement mirrored by the crowd around them. The clouds on the horizon had been torn apart by the dawn, rays of gold slicing through and painting the sky.
Leonie waved her arms, calling out in delight, snapping photos, and even handed her phone to Gwyneth to take a few shots of her. When she finally remembered her manners, she blushed a bit. “Let me take one of you, too?”
Gwyneth just smiled. “No need. Is this your first time seeing the sunrise from the mountain?”
It was, though Gwyneth wasn’t nearly as giddy as Leonie.
Still, she respected the moment—nature’s grandeur always had a way of settling her heart.
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