That weekend, a visitor arrived at the Ainsley gates.
With their parents out of the country, Anna stepped into the foyer to find Daniel already waiting. He slouched on the couch, dressed in a sharp white suit and a silk tie that accentuated his pale skin and the heavy Rolex on his wrist.
Anna stopped at the bottom of the stairs, questioning her own taste in men for a split second. Damn.
"D—Daniel," she said, crossing her arms. "What a surprise."
"Hi," Daniel muttered. His voice was level, but he looked completely past her, tracking the shadows on the upstairs landing and searching the stairs for Allison.
Anna blocked his line of sight, a dry laugh escaping her lips. "Eyes over here, Daniel. Are you actually here for her? I knew it.”
"No," Daniel said quickly, shifting his weight on t
