Ethan's POV
As I stepped into the grand foyer of my grandfather's mansion, I couldn't help but feel like I'd stumbled into a scene from a soap opera. The place had marble floors and crystal chandeliers, with an air of formality that made me itch to crack a joke to see if anyone would laugh. Or even smile. Or, you know, just blink in my general direction.
Grandpa Franklin was waiting for me in the living room with a broad smile that shamed the chandelier. "Ethan, there you are! Come in, come in."
I grinned back at him. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Grandpa."
As we walked into the dining room together, I noticed that everyone was already seated around a table that looked long enough to require its own zip code. The family members wore expressions ranging from bored to downright frosty
