Lately, Avery had begun to notice things she had previously overlooked.
Dorothea sat at the dining table, her fork prodding a strawberry as her brow furrowed tightly-the left side pressing down while the right arched slightly upward.
Avery's hand, holding a glass of water, froze mid-air. She had seen this expression countless times. It was exactly how Dominic looked when he was irritated by contracts worth hundreds of millions.
Then came the gesture-
Dorothea set down her fork, refusing to answer Mrs. Cooper's question. Her lips pulled downward into a frown as she shifted her gaze out the window. Then, she raised her right hand, curling her index finger and tapping it twice just below her bottom lip.
Previously, Avery had dismissed it as mere imitation. But Dominic and Dorothea spent
