Two years later.
Rayne's car halted in front of the huge, three-story building five star restaurant that had the sign of her family name on it. The sun was just about setting casting its orangish hue against the magnificent building she'd taken pride in for the last two years.
She'd had something to take care of at the Wallace second branch in Mirage Mesa, which was still under construction, and now she wanted to see Ethan, her son, before his nanny put him to bed for a nap after his daily outing at the park.
He would be two years old in a month, full of energy and cheerfulness, and he loved adventures. Last week, on a beautiful afternoon, Rayne had taken him to a larger park they visited on weekends, and she'd gotten some wonderful photographs of him sailing his boat in the big fountain with sunlit trees in the background.
Four times that day, people had stopped to remark on how beautiful he was, which was a normal occurrence for any outing with Ethan.
