Olivia's jaw dropped.
She had imagined a plethora of situations, but none of them included the thought that Isabelle could be Clayton's sister.
Recovering her composure, she closed her wide-open mouth and then looked at Isabelle. “It never occurred to me that you two are siblings. I’m so sorry I misunderstood.”
“It’s alright. I'm actually flattered I look younger than my brother,” Isabelle smiled, a kind, understanding smile. “I think Clayton's the one to blame for forgetting to mention he has a sister.”
Their conversation was interrupted upon reaching the restaurant. Olivia felt her stomach grumble at the aroma of freshly cooked food. She had eaten little that morning and was so hungry she could eat a horse.
They found an empty table facing the window. Once they settled into the
