Matio Rodriguez
I walked into the kitchen, surprised to find Sara still in her casual clothes, stirring a pot on the stove. I frowned, checking my watch. We didn’t have much time.
“You’re not ready?” I asked, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “I thought you’d be dressed by now.”
She looked up, her expression blank. “Ready? For what?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Your home—Boston. Your father’s throwing a party.”
“Oh,” she replied, her tone almost bored. She didn’t even look surprised. Just... indifferent.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I thought you knew.”
She gave a slight shrug. “No one told me.”
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. I had assumed someone from her family would have informed her, but clearly, they hadn’t bothered. Typical. I didn’t know why t
