RILEY.
We all sit at the table: my mom is talking with her sister while my brother and father speak with Eric, Jenna’s son. I’m glad Jenna hasn’t said anything to me. We didn’t even hug when I walked in. I don’t know what I did to this woman, but God, does she hate me.
Her daughter, Rebecca, hasn’t come down yet, which doesn’t bother me one bit. I mean, I don’t like her just as much as she doesn’t like me. You would think being cousins, we would be close, but no. However, I'm not losing any sleep over it.
I look over at Alec, who is sitting near my brother, only to find him staring at me. I pout like a child, making him smirk, and I know what he's thinking: “You did say you wanted it a secret.”
I scowl at him; it doesn’t mean he can’t sit with me. As the plates begin to come out, Rebec
