Chapter 18

When Chelsea reached the bottom step, she spotted Sebastian out of the corner of her eye, laughing animatedly with her sister, and Peter. His left hand was planted firmly on her sister’s lower back.

The sight made her cringe with discomfort, but could she do something about it?

No! Definitely not.

She sized him up before they noticed her. Unlike before, when the man was brooding, today he was dressed in a designer pinstripe suit, which was appropriate attire for a man of his caliber. He towered over her sister with the same dark hair she remembered one year ago, that faded almost all the way to the middle of his head. However, his face bore the signs of his age, as unwrinkled lines dotted his forehead and eyes. Despite being obviously a lot older than her sister, his attitude was somewhat authoritative over here, and that immediately annoyed her.

"Oh! Hi, Chelsea. We’ve been waiting for you," Christie said, gazing at her. Sebastian smiled and nodded his head towards him.

"Hi, aunt