The banquet hall was filled with people.
Celeste Grant sat at the head table, with her son seated beside her.
Just then, Javier Sinclair approached slowly, holding their daughter in his arms.
Everyone at the banquet quickly rose to their feet and bowed.
"Greetings, Exalted One."
"Greetings, Little Highness."
The little girl in Javier Sinclair's arms fixed her gaze on her mother, then waved her small hand. "Mommy, we're here."
Seeing Javier Sinclair and the daughter in his arms approach, Celeste Grant, who was still seated, beckoned to them. "You're here?" As she spoke, her gentle gaze fell upon her daughter.
She smiled slightly and said, "Sweetheart, come to Mommy." As she spoke, Celeste Grant shifted in her seat, wanting her daughter to sit beside her. That way, once Javier Sinclair sat down, their daughter would be between them.
"Hehe, my sister's sitting with me."
