"Naomi, where are my brother and Ian? I haven't seen Ian in so long. I wonder if he's filled out a bit..." Jenna Shaw glanced around but didn't see any familiar figures.
"They're probably in the kitchen. You'll see them if you head over there."
Jenna Shaw nodded, marveling at the decor of the old family home. "This place is decorated so beautifully. The party today is very unique, and I love it. Naomi, you designed all of this, didn't you?"
Naomi Kenway smiled. "How did you guess?"
Jenna Shaw let out a playful scoff, her expression mischievous. "My parents are such stuffy old-timers. My brother is a little better, but he's so cold and distant. He could never design something as warm and inviting as this. Ruling them out, that only leaves you, the clever one."
Naomi was delighted by the compliment, and her fondness for Jenna grew instantly.
