At the same time, in Rippling Gardens—
After dinner, Seren said goodnight to Lennon and retreated to her room.
She picked up her phone and scrolled through her social feed. The post she'd made earlier was already racking up likes and comments—warm wishes from old schoolmates and friends, including Lennon.
Lennon hadn't left a comment, but he had liked her post.
Seren replied to each comment, one by one.
In the middle of all the replies, she suddenly noticed Swain's comment—so inconspicuous it was almost invisible.
Seren barely lifted her eyelids before skipping right past it, choosing to ignore him.
Once she was done replying, she was about to close the app when a new update popped up at the top of her feed.
Lennon had just posted something new.
It was the same photo she'd just shared.
His caption was simple and to the point: "Introducing my Mrs. Crestwell, Seren."
Just a few words—concise, direct, and unmistakable.
A wave of warmth spread through Seren's chest, her thoughts swirling. She felt a rare certainty, the comfort of being cherished and acknowledged in return.
Maybe this was what it meant—every word answered, every gesture met with one of its own.
Seren stared at Lennon's post for a long moment, her heart racing. Finally, she managed to tamp down the surge of emotion and tapped the "like" button.
Right then, a new notification flashed at the top of her screen.
Almost on reflex, she clicked it. Someone had liked her post—but it was a WhatsApp contact she didn't recognize.
The profile was just a black square, the username left entirely blank.


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