Black, straight hair scattered aside from the face. Expressive brown eyes with the black core set carefully within their sockets. Soft skin charmingly compliments his eyes. It was so fair and flawless, sometimes it made Arna envious because she had to take care of her skin and this little brat was too lazy to even wash his face sometimes.

Rooney Morgan, most loved, pampered the youngest son of the Morgan mansion. Despite being spoiled by each one including his elder dad, he had the personality that softened everyone's heart.

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His sensitivity always earned trustworthy friends who never missed hanging around with him and respected him at the same time. Nonetheless, there will be people who call him fake which he learned to ignore, taught by his super caring mother and his best friend, that's his father.

Unlike his father, Rooney was way too simple and a non-party animal that practically surprised everyone in the home. How could such a young charming man be so sweet and obedient?

One among three young morgans, everyone thinks he is the first one to be in a serious relationship from last year. The girlfriend of his is the daughter of the Stanley couple. We will see her later soon.

He was wearing a plain t-shirt whose sleeves were pulled up till elbow and paired with joggers were easy movement while sculpting. It was a very casual home look.

He didn't have the body to drool but he had a slender and tall physique just needed to be trained a little to earn that swoon of the girls which he was least interested in. Nevertheless, he was still a dream of many but at the same time unreachable to start up in the sky.

Hearing the voice, a smile didn't take long to adorn his lips and turn to the source, "Sister Snow…" He had just uttered, the sister of his didn't care about the clay on his dress and hugged him warmly.

"I missed you, Baby Brother." Unwrapping her arms, she tousled his hair, "I see you got a haircut this time. This girlfriend of yours is amazing." She teased.

Rooney chuckled and brushed some clay on her cheeks, "No, she is busy with her exams. Mom and Big Mom dragged me out of here on Sunday. Do you believe I got my first manicure just because they saw my fingertips dirty?"

Arna pouted for the clay on her cheek and pulled his T-shirt to wipe it off, "It's good. Else you will soon have calloused hands."

Both sat on the bench and spoke about his work and his plans where Arna was a listener and asked about him instead of telling anything about herself.

After a few minutes, Arna suggested, "You know, I had recently been to country H for a show and there I had gone to a park for a hog. There I saw the sculptures of many artists placed here and there. You should try that here. Why don't you speak with Dad and Little Dad about it?"

Rooney had traveled the world to visit many sculptures right after his school so he was aware of those places. He didn't tell her about his visit but spoke about his career, "Nope, sister. Those are heavy rock sculptures. It's no issue to touch them or lean on them but I work on more delicate art which is good to view. If I plan that, I will need to leave security to keep it safe."

Arna signed for not knowing much about his field. Rooney doesn't blame all that as she is usually dead busy with her work.

"Alright, I am telling you in advance, I am throwing a party in country S on the 2nd of next month, I have convinced brother Nemo to be there. You better be present." Arna strictly said.

Rooney knew it was a success party of her fashion week so he chuckled as he nodded, "What about Mom and others? Did you invite them?"

Arna got up ready to leave, "Nah… What will old people do at the night party? It's celebrities and youngsters party, Roo."

Rooney paused before flashing her the smile, "That means you are again leaving so soon."

Arna helplessly nodded and again gave him a quick hug before leaving him with his sculpture.

Entering the mansion, she was about to bid all, when Amelia suggested, "Snow, why don't you stay here tonight? Some family time, Arrie and Alan are..."

Without letting her finish, Arna cut in hurriedly as she wore the sunglasses, "No need to bother them, Grandma. I am busy too" She meant they are busy and she is busy too.

Roxy and Arsh didn't bother but while Rowan and Amelia still had hopes which broke. Both glanced and Aria who had rushed to the mansion and got fresh before meeting Arna.

Arna walked out while Alan pulled his wife inside their bedroom.

Roxy and Arsh heard Amelia and Rowan deeply sigh quickly turned to the stairs. They just got a glimpse of Aria's back before she went further inside.

"Grandma, did mum hear Snow?" Arsh asked, visibly angered by Arna.

Amelia nodded helplessly while Rowan stood up and held Arsh's hand without letting him go behind Arna.

"Arsh! Let's give her some time. She will understand." Rowan had the same calm composure but aged a lot more.

Roxy rubbed Arsh's arm accurately reading his emotions, "How long dad? It's been 9 years. How long is she going to avoid her own parents?"

Arsh couldn't hold his words and added, "Everyone wishes parents like Mom and Dad, and here she is riding her own ego in the name of self-worth."

Life will slap you with new difficulties and problems when you least expect it. Of course, they were a family with their own problems.

"Waiting will continue to ruin her, Granddad. Shouldn't she face the past?"

Roxy, who always held patience for Snow, agreed with Arsh. "Every one of us knows she runs away from here even if she has to fake her work schedule."

She pursed her lips hearing the sports roar speeding away, "Dad, I really think we didn't handle the situation right that time."

Yet, four still had no choice but to sigh and hope, one day Arna learns to face the truth.