The moment Sean and his family stepped into the entryway, his eyes sought mine. The corners of his lips twitched upwards as he took in my appearance. Standing just behind him was a young woman, his sister, Katarina. Her emerald green wrap dress stood out beautifully against her tanned skin and her rich brown hair. She too had brown eyes, ones I could see they shared with their mother, who was standing with their father, arm in arm and smiling warmly at Mel. His mother's black hair fell to her shoulders in soft waves, framing the gentle beauty of her face. She wore a dark purple dress that showed off an amazing figure, and looked every bit as classy as the woman wearing it. His father's hair was a lighter shade of brown, gold beamed from where the sun was shining on it from outside. His dar
