Spencer and Aurora turned at the same time, eyes narrowing as a young man with slicked-back blond hair strolled toward them.
He looked around nineteen, handsome in a polished, showy way that screamed privilege.
Draped on his arm was a stunning woman with sleek black hair and sharp eyes, clinging to him like he was the sun itself.
The easygoing warmth on Spencer's face vanished, replaced by a flicker of irritation.
His jaw tightened ever so slightly. Aurora leaned closer and whispered, "Do you know him?"
Spencer's eyes lit up as if he just remembered to act. His shoulders slouched a bit, and he gave a small, sheepish nod.
"Yeah… that's Ryan," he said softly, his voice completely different—quiet, unsure, almost afraid. "My father's love child."
"Hello, Ryan." He called out in a meek voice.
Aurora blinked. That name sounded familiar. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked back at the arrogant boy. Love child?
But Spencer? Meek?
That didn't add up.
