The Callahan mansion felt different that Sunday morning. Eleanor moved through the drawing room like a queen preparing for battle. Her silk dress was perfectly pressed, her pearls catching the early light like warning signals. Everything about her radiated control. Power. Expectation.
Sienna sat on the cream sofa next to Noah, watching the way his mother paced. Her stomach twisted. Something was coming. She could feel it in the air, like static before a storm.
"I've been thinking," Eleanor said, turning to face them with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, "about family unity. About bonds that need strengthening before the wedding."
Noah leaned forward eagerly. "What do you mean?"
Eleanor's eyes flicked to Sienna. Then to Landon, who had just stepped into the room.
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