Penny's POV
Through the kitchen window, Savannah's smile cuts sharper than any blade. She's leaning against the fence like she belongs there, her golden hair catching the porch light, and confidence dripping off her like perfume.
Nick whistles low. "Well, speak of the devil and she shall appear."
"Nick!" Mom snaps as she walks in.
Before I can stop myself, I march to the back door and swing it open. The night air rushes in, warm and heavy, carrying the scent of Dad's barbecue. Savannah tilts her head, amused.
"Hi, Penny." Her voice is sugar and smoke. "Lovely evening for a family gathering."
"Savannah," I say tightly.
Behind me, Andrew steps forward. His jaw flexes. "What are you doing here?" His voice, even.
She shrugs like the world bends for her whims. "Oh, I was just passing by. Thought I'd say hello." Her eyes flick to Mom, Dad, then back to Andrew. "Didn't realize it was a private party."
