"Trouble in paradise?" Diana smirked, taking a slow, elegant sip of her sparkling water.
Damien turned his head and looked right through her, treating his older sister with the indifference one might reserve for a particularly ugly piece of patio furniture.
Without uttering a word to acknowledge her existence, Damien strode past the wheelchair and stepped into the elevator, hitting the button for the garage.
The metal doors slid shut, leaving Diana with a frown on her lips.
Down in the parking garage, Aria was marching toward her waiting black SUV.
The sharp click-clack of her stilettos echoed aggressively off the concrete pillars. She was fuming. Her tailored white blazer dress swished around her thighs, and her perfectly blown-out rose-gold hair bounced with every furious step.
Standing at attention beside the rear passenger door was Richard. He pulled the door open as she approached.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair," Richard greeted.
