Amara's POV :
The three of us stood frozen in the sitting room.
Iliora's eyes went from Roman to me and back to Roman. Her smile got wider.
"So," she said. "This is awkward."
Roman stepped back from me and cleared his throat. "Iliora. I didn't know you were coming today."
"I texted you. Three times." She walked further into the room and dropped her duffel bag on the floor. "But I guess you were busy."
"I was in meetings."
"Clearly." She looked at me. "And you must be Amara. The girlfriend I had to find out about from Instagram instead of from my own brother."
Her voice was light but I heard the hurt underneath.
"I'm sorry," Roman said. "I should have called you."
"Yeah, you should have." She crossed her arms. "I saw the articles. The gala photos. That hotel thing. Very dramatic."
"It wasn't—"
"Whatever. I'm here now." She walked over and stuck out her hand to me. "I'm Iliora. Roman's sister. The one he forgot to mention apparently."
