*THE TRAP*
Flora's POV
"Forgive the delay, everyone. Flight from London was a nightmare," a smooth, cultured voice chimed.
Allie walked into the dining room like she owned the space.
She was wearing a cream silk pantsuit that looked effortlessly expensive, her blonde hair perfectly blown out.
Arthur Sinclair’s entire face transformed. The cold, lethal expression he had worn just seconds ago evaporated into a genuine, proud smile.
"Allie, darling," Arthur said, his voice warm and welcoming. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it."
"I wouldn't miss a Sinclair family dinner, Arthur," Allie replied smoothly, stepping forward to press a graceful kiss to his cheek.
"Allie! Oh, thank goodness," Megan gasped, her patronizing smile instantly turning genuine as she practically vibrat
