When Zane Patterson, Pippa, and Westy came home, Annelise Valentine was curled up on the sofa watching TV, a look of utter surprise on her face.
A domestic variety show was playing on the TV, and the camera cut to a young man.
His face was almost unfairly handsome, a lazy smile playing in his eyes as he joked with the host.
The bullet comments flew across the screen in a dense stream—"Ethan Adler is so handsome!" "Husband!" "The acting god truly deserves his title!"
Annelise Valentine watched, a little lost in thought.
Ethan Adler.
She hadn't thought of that name in years.
To think that in the few years she'd been in Jorgenland, Ethan Adler had somehow become one of the hottest rising stars in the domestic entertainment industry.
"Mommy!" A clear, bright voice shattered Annelise's train of thought.
Before she could react, a small figure had already rushed to the sofa—Pippa, holding a fluffy little golden thing, pounced toward her with a face full of excitement.
