The Second Arrangement
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Elena greeted as they reached the table.
“Always a pleasure, Elena,” Evelyn replied warmly.
Her eyes moved to Callum, and she smiled.
“And this must be your son.”
Callum offered a polite nod.
“Callum Blackwood.”
“Evelyn Sinclair,” she said. “Although I imagine you already know that.”
“I do.”
The short answer didn’t seem to bother her. If anything, Evelyn looked amused.
“And this is my daughter, Serena.”
Serena smiled as she extended her hand.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.”