Sienna's POV
I sat at the dining table watching my mother laugh softly at something Eric said, her hand resting near her plate.
Eric sat across from me as he listened to my Mom talk about her garden, the recipes she’d tweaked over the years, and how long we've lived in the neighborhood. He didn’t dominate the conversation or steer it toward himself like Jason would have done. He didn’t even mention London until Dad asked.
My father, for his part, softened considerably once the talk turned to business.
“So you oversee international investments?” Dad asked, leaning back in his chair, interest flickering behind his eyes.
“Yes,” Eric replied. “Mostly long-term portfolios. Infrastructure, tech, sustainable energy. It’s demanding, but rewarding.”
Dad nodded slowly. “That’s impressive for
