Caitlin knew a little bit about everything-except cooking.

Growing up, she'd lived in an orphanage. They tried to teach the kids practical skills, including how to cook for themselves, but she'd been selected for the academy's gifted program at twelve and never got the chance to learn. Later, she spent all her time in labs and offices, growing even more distant from the kitchen.

After moving into her own place, Caitlin didn't want Fortune to have to cook every day, so she hired a housekeeper who came by to make lunch and dinner.

"Let's skip the housekeeper today and have hotpot for lunch! We can do it right here at home. I even brought some amazing broth base-my mom brought it back from overseas. It's super spicy and flavorful!" Celeste said, eyes shining.

"Sounds good," Caitlin nodded. "We've got time before lunch, so why don't we go to the grocery store and pick up some ingredients together?"

"Yes, yes!" Shopping for groceries with a friend was Celeste's idea of a perfect morning.

By ten-thirty, the two of them returned, arms loaded with bags of fresh food.

Several packages were already piled up by the front door. Caitlin glanced over the labels-some were from Skyler, others from Victor, Irene, and a few more friends.

Birthday gifts, all for her.

At eleven, Fortune came home, carrying a cake box in one hand. "Happy birthday, Catie," he said, smiling. "I'll be out with colleagues tonight, so let's celebrate at lunch instead."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Caitlin took the cake from him, beaming. "March is here too."

"Hello, Mr. Kensington." Celeste emerged from the kitchen, greeting Fortune politely.

"Thank you, March, for helping us celebrate Catie's birthday," Fortune replied, his voice warm.

It turned out to be the most wonderful, meaningful birthday Caitlin could remember. For the first time, she was surrounded by both family and friends.

Since guests were coming over that evening, Celeste left at five-thirty. After she'd gone, Caitlin got ready to head out and meet Gordon for dinner. She'd already sent him the restaurant's address and phone number—a high-end French place, known for its beautiful atmosphere.

When Caitlin arrived, Gordon was already sitting by the window, waiting for her. He waved when he saw her. "Catie, over here."

She was surprised. She'd arrived fifteen minutes early, expecting to wait for him, but instead, Gordon had beaten her there.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, a little flustered.

"I mixed up the time," Gordon replied, his tone even.

Once they sat down, Caitlin handed him a menu. "Order whatever you want. Seriously, anything."

Gordon gave a faint smile. "I'm not picky. Ladies first-whatever you choose, I'll have too."

"Don't mind if I do, then." Caitlin picked up the menu, scanning the options.

Bzzz-

Just then, Gordon's phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen-a WhatsApp message from Skyler.

*Uncle, where are you? I'm coming to find you!*

Gordon typed back with one hand, sending a short reply: *In a meeting.*