Chapter 25 Elizabeth Sterling

• The living room of the Sterling family carried an unusual warmth that evening. The lingering fragrance of tea mingled with the faint scent of freshly polished wood, making the space feel more homely than it had in weeks.
• Celeste sat quietly at the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped in her lap. Her gaze lingered on Logan, the man who had, against all odds, turned their family’s desperate situation around in just a matter of days. The faces of the billionaires who had come in sleek cars to lend their support still played vividly in her mind. For a family like hers, hanging by a thread, that kind of backing was nothing short of miraculous.
• Yet instead of joy, she was still bothered about how the tables had turned for her.