Chapter 1
In the heartland where rustic routines and predictable landscapes often prevailed, Saphira was a whisper of novelty that danced on the breeze, defying the clichés of a behindhand place
This small town was no ordinary collection of homes; it was a tapestry of pristine, cobblestone paths, quaint mini–mansions that whispered tales of cozy comfort, and log cabins adorned with designer flair.
Tucked away at the serene base of a slumbering mountain, a vision arrested your gaze a contemporary courtyard that stood as a testament to architectural harmony. It was a fusion of minimalist elegance and style, where tradition met modernity in a seamless blend.
And what a revelation it was to learn that the architect of this masterpiece was Cherise Leach, a young woman on the cusp of her twenties.
In the courtyard, a young guy with a youthful face looked around his eyes big and full of amazement. “Wow, this looks like a picture from a book, the new kind of town. Are there any secret experts here?
This little guy was Yves Leach, the baby of the Leach family from Betrico. Ever since he arrived in Saphira, he’d been exploring like he’d found a brand new place.
“Andy, didn’t Shirley say this place was all broken down and the people were having a tough time? But check out these houses! They’re building fancy villas. This spot is even cooler than our Leach manor!” Yves chirped, his teenage energy buzzing.
Ar the tender age of thirteen, he was a walking, talking chatterbox.
“Yves, take a seat and stay out of trouble,” Andy Leach, Yves’s cousin, instructed, his eyes scanning the bustling courtyard with a touch of confusion.
He shifted his attention to Dennis Young, one of the housekeepers here. “Any idea when Cherise will arrive?”
Right on time, the courtyard’s wooden door groaned open, and a tall figure stepped in, bathed in sunlight, moving with a natural elegance.
As she drew closer, Yves couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow, I think we’ve got a fairy here!”
Andy was just as surprised. “You must be Cherise. I’m Andy, your cousin. We met when you were just five.”
He stared at Cherise, his heart racing with a mix of emotions. It had been years, and now, here she was, the cousin he’d thought about constantly, standing right in front of him
He ached to pull her into a tight embrace, to spill out the words that had been bottled up for so long about how much he’d missed her. But instead, he stood there, his hands balled into fists, his eyes glistening with the tears he refused to let fall.
“Yep, I remember,” Cherise said, her voice as steady as a calm lake.
Andy gazed at Cherise, realizing that none of the so–called beauties back in Betrico could compare to her.
Her skin was smooth, her eyes striking, and she was undeniably beautiful. But she wore her looks with ease, dressed in simple jeans, a white T–shirt, and casual shoes, as if she didn’t even have to try, which made her beauty even more striking.
His chest puffed out with a sense of pride as his eyes lingered on Cherise. She stood before him, the very image of the resilience and poise that coursed through their family’s veins.
“Grandpa sent me to bring you home, Andy said, his voice softening. “He heard about your grandmother’s sudden passing and thought you should be with family now
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“Didn’t Jacob come with you?” Cherise inquired, her gaze meeting Andy’s.
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“Uncle Jacob’s stuck with a real estate deal, can’t break away. Grandpa’s not as spry as he used to be, and the doctors wouldn’t let him come. Uncle Sean’s leg injury from years back keeps him from traveling, so his son Yves is here with me.”
Cherise’s expression remained calm, reflecting her lack of surprise that her father had once again let business take precedence over family.
“Please let Grandpa know I’ll head to Betrico once I’ve held the funeral for my grandmother,” she said.
Cherise’s maternal grandmother, Amelia Garcia, had a pact with her paternal grandfather, Oliver Leach; if she was unable to
care for Cherise upon her 22nd birthday, Cherise would return to the Leach family fold.
However, endowed with her own abilities, Cherise felt she could manage quite independently.
Hearing Cherise promise to return home, Andy felt a surge of emotion. It had been 14 years since she’d been part of the Leach family, and the thought of her coming back awakened a flood of feelings and recollections.
With a heavy heart, Andy managed to utter, “Alright, I understand. Take care, and I’ll see you soon in Betrico.”
Aware of the deep bond between Cherise and her grandmother, Andy refrained from pressing further. He signaled to Yves that it was time to return to Betrico.
“Cherise, you have to promise to find me in Betrico. I’m going to tell everyone how I met a real–life fairy,” Yves declared with wide–eyed wonder.
With a gentle nudge, Andy guided Yves into the car, and they set off down the road.
Cherise stood alone, her gaze following the black sedan as it vanished around the bend. Only then did she turn and re–enter the solemn hall.
Inside, the warm gaze from her grandmother’s portrait greeted her, a reflection of her grandmother’s tender spirit. Cherise lit the candles, bowed in reverence, and gently placed them in the holder, the smoke curling upwards like whispered prayers.
“Grandma, I promise I’ll follow your wish and go to Betrico to find my family, Cherise whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I miss you terribly. Without you, who will be my family?”
In that poignant moment, Saphira’s silence echoed with the depth of Cherise’s sorrowful
