If a fortune teller looked at Sienna's life, they would definitely call it rocky.
But a rocky path didn't matter as long as the destination was beautiful.
Claire took the handles of Sienna's wheelchair and pushed her over to the dessert table.
Sienna selected a strawberry mousse herself.
She took a tentative bite. Safe.
She took another. Still safe. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
"Looks like my luck isn't terrible all the time."
Claire nodded in agreement, silently cursing Seb in her head.
It was a good thing Sienna was close with her. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have assumed Claire was playing a nasty joke on them.
After all, when Sienna grabbed one herself, it tasted perfectly normal.
The master pastry chef at Ridgeview Resort made phenomenal desserts.
But the crazy thing was, Seb's creations were visually and texturally identical. They were exact, flawless replicas.
With that kind of talent, Seb could easily become a world-class pastry chef in the future.
As long as he stopped pranking people, his desserts were masterpiece-tier.
"It's just my bad luck."
Sienna wouldn't dare suggest that Claire was the unlucky one.
The two chatted while eating their treats, and soon, it was time for the main event.
Owen walked up to the stage to deliver his speech for the celebration.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Owen. I know that for many people, the name Churchill might just represent a guaranteed ticket to success..."
Owen was an excellent public speaker, easily hyping up the crowd.
Claire watched as the Luminate employees practically visibly mapped out their bright futures.
Everyone enthusiastically raised their glasses, toasting with Owen.
Next, a few of the company's department heads took the mic.
It was basically a round of public pledges of dedication.
Everyone was highly optimistic about the brand's potential.
The energy in the room was electric.
Owen asked Claire if she wanted to go on stage, but she declined.
While Claire didn't mind her identity being known, she had no desire to be in the spotlight.
So, Owen discreetly brought Julian Fisher, the head of R&D, over to meet her.
"Claire, this is our Head of R&D, Julian Fisher."
"Julian, this is my business partner and our technical advisor, Claire."
Julian froze completely.
He thought Owen was pulling his leg.
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He only wanted to meet the brilliant mind who created the formula out of pure professional reverence.
He didn't have any ulterior motives, so why was he being fobbed off with a teenager?
Owen?
He felt pretty wronged himself.
Why was it that nobody believed you when you told the absolute truth these days?
"She is my sister, yes."
The moment the words left Owen's mouth, Julian gave him a look that clearly screamed, 'I knew it.'
Owen felt like he could jump into the ocean and still not wash himself clean of this misunderstanding.
"Hold on, let me finish."
"She's not just my sister. She's my partner, and the exact person you've been begging to meet."
"Don't judge a book by its cover. If you look down on her because of her age..." "You will absolutely regret it."
It sounded a little like a cheesy movie line.
Julian didn't even know how to respond to his boss anymore.
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