Kelsey POV
The next morning, everyone's at the breakfast table. But Avara makes it a point to ignore both Vance and Landen. I dish myself a plate at the buffet style option that the staff prepared. Promptly, Colton Vacheron strides into the kitchen with an air of confidence that feels magnetised. I can feel it as palpable as a pulse of heartbeat.
He delivers a request to the chef with an astonishing smile, bright and charming but so unnerving and unnatural for the stoic canvas of his face only reserved for cold contempt. When he's done, he draws closer to Avara, hunching over her from behind in the same banner a manager would do to critique his employer's work from over his shoulder. Nothing out of the ordinary in whatever he whispers until places an affectionate hand on the small of her back before joining his sons.
"Kelsey, I have a question," Landen calls out.
