Cole and Mia settled into the car, the soft sound of the engine filling the car as Cole pulled out of the parking lot.
Mia glanced at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her hair before turning to her brother with a mischievous grin. “Elizabeth is really beautiful,” she said, breaking the silence.
Cole kept his eyes on the road, his expression neutral. “She is,” he replied casually, though a flicker of thought crossed his face. After a pause, he asked, “How did you know she’s Miguel McGrath’s sister just from her last name? She could’ve been his wife for all you know.”
Mia raised a brow, leaning back in her seat. “Seriously? First of all, the resemblance is too strong to miss. Same sharp features, same commanding presence. Second,” she added, smirking, “the way you two were talking
