"It's Mother."
Joel Russo finished her thought, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty.
Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes trembled as she slowly raised her head to look at him, tears falling and soaking into his pristine sleeve the moment she looked up.
She stared at him for a long time, her lips trembling repeatedly.
"…It's you…"
Joel Russo pulled his thin lips into a smile and held her tighter.
"I'm so grateful to have found her before our engagement party."
Arabella Vanderbilt felt her heart wrapped entirely in warmth and tears.
What should she do?
What should she do?
Mother…
She turned her head again to look at the woman below the stage.
Mary Douglas looked up, smiling gently at her.
"Arabella."
Arabella…
She vividly remembered pestering her mother about why she was given such a name. She also remembered deeply how her mother would hold her, gazing through the night sky.
Her voice was calm and unhurried, murmuring softly:
"Arabella is a beautiful name.
