~Sienna~
As I walked over, I noticed Lucas and his father exchanging quick, tense whispers, their eyes darting briefly toward me. Curiosity prickled at me, and I couldn’t resist approaching, still reeling from their earlier, hushed exchange. So even the picture-perfect Jones family has its share of cracks, I thought to myself. Who would’ve guessed?
When I got closer, Richard’s face softened, and he greeted me with that familiar warmth, though I could see a flicker of something else beneath the surface.
“Selena,” he said, the nickname flowing as smoothly as the wine he was holding—a label that read Imperial Murex Reserve. I recognized it immediately; it was one of the most premium, expensive wines on the market.
I glanced at Lucas, hoping he’d give me some clue about what was going on,
