Sienna was stunned.
'Young master…?' she repeated silently, her eyes widening just a fraction as the pieces began to fall into place.
Her gaze drifted back to the boy sitting beside her, who remained completely unfazed, still focused on his iPad as if he hadn't just dropped the most shocking clue of the evening.
The realization did not come gently. But it struck Sienna like a sudden wave crashing against a fragile shore, leaving her momentarily breathless and completely unprepared.
'Oh my god… he must be Zach's son, right?' she wonders. 'Is Zach already married? Oh, no...'
The thought alone was enough to twist her stomach into an uncomfortable knot.
Without warning, she began to imagine herself walking into a grand summer villa, where she was greeted not only by Zach but also by a graceful, elegant wife who looked like she belonged on a magazine cover. As for her, she would stand awkwardly in the corner, holding a spatula as if it were a weapon.
