"Yes,"
Sinclair noticed the eager curiosity on Camilla's face.
A faint smirk played on his thin lips as he spoke in a low, unhurried voice.
"And it's quite interesting."
His gaze shifted to Taylor as he continued, "The Bernardo family has two daughters—twins, in fact."
Twins.
At those words, Camilla couldn't help but recall the substitute-bride romance novels Tiffany used to write.
The older sister, dissatisfied with her sickly fiancé or some other trivial reason, schemes to force her neglected younger sister to marry in her place.
Only to later discover the groom is actually a tall, devastatingly handsome dream husband, sparking regret and a desperate bid to steal him back. ...
Her eyes flicked to Taylor, amusement dancing behind her narrowed lids.
Now that she thought about it, he did fit the male lead archetype rather well.
But surely reality wouldn't be that cliché? Unaware of Camilla's scrutiny, Taylor merely frowned slightly at Sinclair.
"Twins?"
