Too Late for Forgiveness
A young man with delicately chiseled features, wearing a plain T-shirt and cargo pants, was positioned beside Jenna.
His casual outfit did not put a damper on his handsome face. "Hey, Justin."
"Hey back," Justin said with a slight nod, then launched into introductions. "Candice, this is my younger cousin, Damian Farrow. Damian, this is Candice Ashton."
Damian flashed Candice a courteous smile, revealing his slightly crooked incisors. "As Justin said, I'm his cousin, though Aunt Jenna practically raised me."
Jenna interjected, "You don't have to go into details, Damian. She's nobody important. Go on, tell me how you've been for the last few years you were abroad!"