"Sorry..." Tracy murmured, her lips trembling slightly.
"Mom, did you get pepper spray in your eyes or something?"
Elliot offered this weak attempt to defuse the tension, his childish excuse hanging awkwardly in the air.
"Tracy!" Moanna jiggled the glossy shopping bag excitedly. "Let me cook for you guys today—I'll show you what real culinary skills look like!"
"Okay," Tracy replied weakly, though Moanna's attention had already snagged on the untouched breakfast and that distinctive bag with its unmistakable logo.
LOVE & Co. Jewelry. The same luxury brand her mother practically worshipped.
But what froze Moanna's blood was the uncanny resemblance between Gordon and Elliot—the same sharp jawline, the same intense gaze. They could've been carbon copies.
[If they look that alike...] Th
