---Twenty years later---

A mid-twenties young lady entered into Starlight Entertainment with her head high. None were able to be nonchalant but turn and look at the lady who walks as if she owns the world.

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She had a petite face and amazing features like each part was patiently molded to perfection. Her skin was so fair and spotless that never failed to catch the eyes of both men and women.

She smirked when the receptionists greeted her in awe and they failed to stop themselves from blushing red. She was a beauty that men admired and craved to have and women wanted to be like her.

The dress left her shoulders uncovered wrapping around at the edge of the arms in white. It perfectly wrapped her slender body stylishly to feel and look at.

The tiny waist was tightly hugged by the red fabric without any creases. She needed no ornament when her confidence was a perfect adornment.

Below the waist, the dress contracted till her knees before it widened slightly with a kick pleat thigh-high slit. The dress reaches all the way down to her feet and is the same length all around.

She was wearing golden color stilettos, which complemented the dress perfectly and matched the wallet in her right hand. To top it all off she was wearing her hair in a simple bun with a few strands falling carelessly giving her subtle grace.

A light make was all needed for a flawless face and colored her lips with the bright red matching her dress. Her slender hands moved smoothly matching her walk as her waist swayed as though she was walking on the ramp.

All greeted her but other than acknowledging the receptionist, she walked past a few top celebrities even ignoring their presence.

"What is she so haughty about? If her parents were mine, I would have been in a better place." A celebrity commented behind her back obviously fearing her parents more than her.

It wasn't just her, most thought the same, but it was also the truth they were envious of her.

Entering the last floor, the lady reached the president's office when a man smiled at her warmly, "We are honored by your grace, International Supermodel Arna."

"Uncle Dustin." Arna greeted with a faint chuckle.

Dustin pointed to the door indicating the one she was looking for is inside before he continued to work.

Arna pushed open the door to see Finn working and her brother sleeping on the couch. "Darling." She greeted just like how she greeted when she was small.

The fifty was just a number when you look at Finn. He raised his head and naturally got the affectionate smile as he got up from the chair, "Look who I have here."

Arna hugged Finn acting all spoiled before she sighed looking at her brother, "I knew he will be here. All he does is sleep whenever I see him. What is he doing with his life?" There were concerns and extreme worries.

Finn turned to the young man who could make girls drool just by his look. He was kind of jealous of Aria and Alan's genes. Who would have thought their kids could turn out to be eye candy on the earth?

He patted her arm as he said, "Let him rest. He is tired."

"Tired? Tired of sleeping? After a 20 hours flight, I participated in a show in the capital, reached home two hours back, and here I am. Tired? It's all in the mind. Darling. I don't understand why you guys never cared about his future."

Arna Morgan, a renowned fashion designer and a supermodel from the age of sixteen. She started living abroad at seventeen and returned to the country just a year back. But hardly anybody could catch her due to her frequent shows, either as a designer or as a model. To stop restricting herself from her own brand, her designer name and label was 'Snow'.

If anybody wants to differentiate her and her mother, Her mother was known for her elegance, grace, classiness. She was hot, bold, and sexy.

To the public eye, they were poles apart but the fashion industry knows who the mother is and how the child got. Dazzling in the glory, she walked far ahead to embrace it and shine brighter.

She walked so forward that she didn't even get time to know what her own family and friends were up to. Ones who tried to tell her to be down to earth became enemies and the rest let her reach the sky as the career of a model is short.

Without listening to Finn, she proceeded with the work she went there for, "Bro, you didn't even pick me at the airport." She whined, shaking him to wake up.

Finn rubbed between his brows as he dropped a message to his friend, [Snow is here.] He was aware her parents will know as soon as she exits the airport, yet he chose to let them know.

He saw Arsh covering his face and shrugging off Arna's hand. Arna continued, "Bro, I am sorry, I shouldn't have missed our birthday and broke my own promise to celebrate together."

Arsh's deep sluggish voice was laced with grogginess, "Get out, Snow."

Arna jutted her lips and sulked by continuing to poke her brother. Finn continued his work without being bothered by work. Who would have thought none of his three kids would choose to support him in his business?

His elder son was in the military, his second daughter was studying medicine and the third son was preparing to enter the best medical school. He blamed everything on his wife and his friend 'Alia.' despite knowing it was his kids' choice.

He could already guess his daughter was going to look after Imperial hospital, and his last son to enter the military hospital just so that he could follow his both wishes. As much as he was proud of his kids, he hardly gets time to spend with them. He was never studious but got such kids.

He came out of his trance when he heard Arna squeal and hug his brother for forgiving her innumerable times.

She stood up with her arm hooked around Arsh's arm. The man whose each movement carried the aristocracy which he hides behind his fake laziness that Arna never tried to read it.

"Darling, bye. See you next time." She said trying to pull her brother.

Finn was used to her behavior of 'the world stands behind me.' So he faintly smiled as he nodded, "Enjoy your time."

However, Arsh pulled her front and visibly buried his annoyance at her way, "Snow…"

Arna too suppressed her irritation towards her brother's 'Behave properly.' look. She felt like it's waste of time and words yet she followed her brother's words.

"Darling, I am taking bro out for lunch. Would you like to join us?" She asked sweetly.

How could Finn even join when he clearly saw her leaving and ask after Arsh's warning? "I wish Snow. But loads of work. So next time?" He faintly smiled at Arna and he slightly nodded at Arsh in indication, 'It's alright.'

Arna waved her hand, "Okay then, we will get going, Darling. Bye." But her face was clearly saying, 'See, that's why I was leaving.'

Arsh gently smacked her head but he didn't show his real emotions. He was sure she might have planned to fly somewhere soon so he was ready to put up with her due to a promise.