Chapter 2


    Five yearster, at Dellmoor International Airport, Arissa inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar air of the


    ce. Her sharp eyes behind the sunsses screened the bustling crowd as she immersed herself in


    the typical liveliness of the country. She was back. Though half-shaded by the sunsses she had on,


    her daintyplexion looked exquisitely stunning. The onlookers could hardly avert their gazes from


    her. After all, beauties were meant to be admired. That rang true to onlookers of all ages and genders.


    However, what was even more eye-catching than the woman were the four little kids waddling beside


    her.


    Each of them was shouldering a backpack of dissimr colors with cartoon prints while tugging a mini


    suitcase in their hand. Moreover, all of them were wearing matching outfits with their mother—a


    combination of ck tees, jeans, and white sneakers, looking simplistic yet chic. Their brown berets


    framed their striking eyes and delicate features, all of which incited marvels amidst the onlookers.


    Interestingly, their expressions spoke nonchnce, naivety, delight, and curiosity simultaneously as


    each of them looked around and digested their environment. The adult-like manners they carried


    themselves with were especially intriguing to the onlookers. “Whoa! Quadruplets!


    What beautiful children!” “I’m so envious of their mom for having such adorable kids. It must be so


    much fun going shopping with them!” “They’re all blessed with terrific good looks! I would no doubt


    giggle in my dreams if I were blessed with those beautiful kids!” “They aren’t celebrities, are they? The


    woman is so elegant and pretty. She definitely stands out.” “Hush, what do you know? She’s no match


    for Dani. My Dani’s the most attractive woman living!” These exmations were nothing new to Arissa.


    She had encountered countless such episodes when they were abroad. Whenever she was out with


    the kids, they would immediately be the center of attention. She continued to steer the four kids


    toward the exit.


    Looking back to count heads, she said, “Sweethearts, stay close. Don’t get left behind.” The kids


    walked in a single file behind her like a rustling tail. To everyone present, it was a heart-warming sceneText content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    to behold. Most onlookers pulled out their phones and started taking pictures. Some even took


    recordings and uploaded them on video-sharing tforms, giving them catchy titles with a unanimous


    emphasis on the quadruplets. Those videos soon became viral and gathered a lot of likes. “Got it,


    Mommy!” The quadruplets trailed behind Arissa obediently, lowering the edges of their berets when


    onlookers took photos of them.


    The youngest of the quadruplets, Jesse York, was the timidest among them all. Being her first time in


    such a crowded airport, she nervously clutched the hem of her mom’s blouse and meekly uttered,


    “Mommy, everyone’s looking at us. They’re taking photos of us, too!” “It’s okay.”


    Arissa turned to check on her kids from time to time, making sure that none was missing. “Don’t be


    scared. We’re just so good-looking that people can’t help taking pictures of us!” remarked Jasper York,


    the third-born of the quadruplets, who marched behind Jesse. Being the most narcissistic one among


    his siblings, he boldly grinned at the adults taking photos of them. “That’s a vition of our portrait


    rights!”


    Zachary York knitted his brows. Being the eldest brother, he marchedst in the file and helped to keep


    an eye on his siblings. “It’s fine as long as they’re not doing anything bad. They just like us, that’s all!”


    Not only was Arissa used to people’s attention, but she also knew that the onlookers would stealthily


    take shots of them, even if asked to stop.


    Keeping an open mind would make things easier, just like how she would take photos of pleasant


    sceneries and people just so that she could admire themter. Zachary, however, thought otherwise.


    He kept the onlookers away and was offended by the unwanted attention. “Stop taking pictures! My


    brother is scared!”


    “Don’t include them in your shots. Just take photos of me!” Jasper smiled and struck multiple fancy


    poses. At Jasper’s words, the crowd who had just put away their phones after Zachary’s objection


    started taking pictures again. “How lovely! Kids, you’re so pretty! You made my day!” “Kids, are you


    quadruplets? You look alike and are extremely charming! Can I take a photo with all of you?”