Felicia stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the tiny collar on Danny’s shirt while Max struggled with the buttons on his own.
“Hold still, baby,” she murmured as Danny squirmed under her hands.
“Mommy, do we have to wear this?” Max pouted, looking at his tiny black dress shoes with disdain. “It’s tight.”
Felicia chuckled, smoothing his collar. “You both look handsome. It’s just for a little while, I promise.”
Danny grinned, spinning in his tiny navy-blue suit. “Do we get cake now?”
Felicia smiled, tweaking his bowtie. “After dinner.”
Max groaned dramatically. “I hate waiting.”
Felicia laughed, then turned toward the mirror.
Her heart skipped a beat as she took in her own reflection.
She had chosen a deep emerald green dress, long and flowing, cinched at the waist. The color complimented her dark curls that cascaded over her shoulders. The fabric clung to her curves, elegant yet simple—nothing extravagant, but enough to remind people that she wasn’t the same woman they had last seen five years ago.
She wasn’t here to be overlooked.
She applied a soft touch of lipstick, then exhaled slowly. She could do this.
She had to—for Danny and Max.
She turned back to her sons, running a hand through their hair. “Remember what I said?”
Danny nodded quickly. “Behave.”
Max sighed dramatically. “Don’t punch anyone.”
Felicia gave him a sharp look, and he grinned sheepishly.
“That’s right,” she muttered, taking both their hands. “Let’s go.”
A Room Full of Whispers
The moment Felicia entered the grand hall with the boys, the room fell into a tense silence.
Then—the whispers began.
“She’s the reason Danielle got kicked out.”
“She just left five years ago and now she’s back—like nothing happened?”
“Did you hear? She returned with twins.”
“Are those Damien’s? Do we even know for sure?”
Felicia kept her head high, her fingers tightening around her sons’ hands. She had expected this.
This wasn’t just a welcome party—it was a spectacle.
A test.
To see if she belonged here.
She refused to let them see her crack.
Damien was already at the center of the room, dressed in a dark suit, his sharp green eyes locked onto her the moment she stepped inside.
He smirked slightly, stepping forward. “Felicia. Danny. Max. Welcome back.”
Felicia kept her expression neutral, though she could feel the weight of every pair of eyes on them.
Danny and Max, completely unaware of the tension, beamed up at their father. “Daddy, where’s the cake?”
Laughter rippled through the room, some genuine, some forced.
Damien chuckled, bending down to ruffle their hair. “After dinner, little warriors. Patience.”
Felicia let out a slow breath, relieved at the small distraction.
But the whispers didn’t stop.
She could still hear them.
“Why did Damien take her back?”
“She’s going to ruin everything—again.”
She ignored them, holding onto her composure.
But just as she was about to step further inside—
Boom!
The doors swung open violently, the loud bang silencing the entire room.
Felicia’s heart dropped.
There, standing in the doorway, dressed in a deep crimson gown, her lips curled into a wicked smirk—
Was Danielle.
The room gasped.
Felicia’s blood ran cold.
Danielle’s eyes scanned the room before locking onto Felicia.
And then—she smiled.
“Did you miss me?”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
Summary & Review: Comrade
