Freedom

Rain's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she glanced at Alexander, unable to suppress the thought that she truly had hit the jackpot with him. His handsome face and the way he carried himself only made her more certain of her fortune.

She chuckled softly, hoping to mask her blushing. "Don't worry, Aunt," she said, her voice warm and reassuring. "He's a good man. We can trust him completely—he knows everything about me."

There was a weight to her words, a quiet confidence she hadn't felt in years. It was more than just admiration for Alexander's looks; it was the sense of security and trust she had longed for, now finally within her grasp. 

Melanie nodded, murmuring with relief, "That's good to hear."