Chapter 788

She spoke calmly, but her story brought tears to the eyes of Mrs. Palmer and the others. They had never imagined the hardships she had endured. Mrs. Palmer pulled Caitlin into a hug, gently patting her back. “Freya, it will all be alright. I’m sure you’ll find your mother. Do you have a picture of her?”
“I do,” Caitlin said, pulling out her phone and showing them a photo of Carey standing under a blooming peach tree, radiant and in the prime of her life.
“My goodness, Freya! You look so much like her,” Mrs. Palmer exclaimed. Seeing Carey’s picture, she finally understood where Caitlin’s stunning beauty came from. “Freya, send me that photo. I’ll have it posted on Valerium’s internal network for missing persons. I don’t know if your mother is here, but every lead helps.”
“Thank you.”
Caitlin sent the photo. Brock watched, surprised. When had his mother gotten Caitlin’s number? He didn’t even have it yet. He racked his brain, trying to think of a natural way to ask for it. And his mother! Just an hour ago, she was trying to set them up, but now she seemed to have completely forgotten.
Caitlin and Celeste stayed for lunch at Palmer Castle. Afterwards, Mrs. Palmer smiled and said, “Celia, why don’t you take Freya and March for a tour of the castle? I’ll leave you young people to it.” She knew her presence might make them feel less relaxed.
“Okay, Mom. We’ll go explore then.”
As Celia led the two girls away, Brock felt a pang of panic. “Mom, did you forget about me?”
“You?” Mrs. Palmer turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Don’t you have to focus on your career right now?”
Brock was speechless. The boomerang had come back to hit him.
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At four in the afternoon, Celia drove Caitlin and Celeste back to their hotel.
“Freya, March, are you really leaving tomorrow?” Celia asked, reluctant to see them go.
“Yes,” Caitlin nodded. “I’ve been away for too long. I have a lot of things to take care of back home.”
“Alright then,” Celia said, holding their hands. “I’ll come visit you in Eldermere next month if I have time!”
Celeste grinned and extended her pinky. “Pinky promise?” This update ıs available on.net
Celia hooked her pinky with Celeste’s. “Pinky promise. Cross my heart and hope
to die.” It was a phrase she had picked up from Celeste. “I’ll come see you both
off at the airport tomorrow. What time is your flight?”
“Three-thirty in the afternoon,” Celeste answered.
“Got it,” Celia nodded. “I’ll see you then.”
Caitlin waved as she left. “Drive safe.”
After Celia drove off, Caitlin and Celeste went back to their room to
rest before their dinner with Zelda.
At five thirty, they
ok a taxi to the
restaurant.

When they arrived, Celeste’s jaw dropped. “Catie, this place is famous! I tried to
book a table here, but they don’t take bribes.”
“Really?” Caitlin asked with a laugh.
“Yes! Look,” Celeste said, pulling out her phone. “This influencer with over ten million followers was just here last week.”
They walked inside, and Zelda waved them over. “Miss Kensington, Miss Hayes, over here!”
Tina was already there. When she saw Caitlin, her eyes widened. Her sister hadn’t been exaggerating or seeing things through rose-colored glasses. Caitlin was truly,
breathtakingly beautiful in person.
“Miss Kensington, Miss Hayes, this is my sister, Tina,” Zelda said.
Tina stood up to greet them. “Miss Gonzales, Miss Hayes, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Tina.”
“Caitlin.”
“Celeste.”
The four of them quickly fell into easy conversation. After a while, Tina remembered something and retrieved a beautifully wrapped box. “These are peach blossom pastries. They’re quite good. Please, try them. and see if they taste like home.”
Caitlin, who could never resist peach blossom pastries, smiled. “Then I won’t be polite.”
Celeste took one as well. “Wow, these are delicious! Even better than the ones I’ve had back home!”
Caitlin took a bite, her expression shifting from casual enjoyment to surprise, and then to utter shock.
It was identical. The flavor of this pastry was exactly the same as the ones Hannah made-not too sweet, with that same unique, fragrant aroma.
Forcing herself to remain calm, Caitlin turned to Tina, her heart pounding. “Miss Tina, may I ask… where did you get this pastry?”