Kayla stared in disbelief at Wyatt, her mind spinning. Evie, her sister, marrying him? Wyatt—the same guy that had kissed her, in front of their entire university. The memory of the kiss flashed in her mind, making her cringe at how chaotic it had been. How could her sister, her Evie, be marrying someone so tangled up in her past?
Kayla sat stiffly at the dinner table, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife. The dining room was lavish, adorned with chandeliers that cast a golden hue over the polished oak table. Laid before her were dishes that looked like they belonged in a five-star restaurant—delicate foie gras served on crisp toast, freshly seared duck breast with an orange glaze, roasted baby carrots with truffle oil, and a decadent seafood risotto. Each dish was presented as if it were a work of art, but to Kayla, they all felt cold and impersonal. There was no warmth, no sense of home here.
