After putting on a shirt, Kyle opened the door and froze for a moment, stunned by the two striking figures standing outside.
On the left was his bespectacled brother, dressed in a red wine-shaded three-piece suit. Beside him stood the familiar woman he had seen a few days ago, crying at his brother's side. She wore a gown of the same shade as her partner.
Her beautiful hair was tied in a high bun, held neatly in place with a wooden clip, and a touch of makeup enhanced her natural features, enough to make him nod in quiet appreciation.
"You look quite beautiful, Corella."
The woman smiled faintly, her eyes curving softly. "Thank you, Kyle."
The youngest of them stepped aside, inviting them in.
Blake narrowed his eyes as he glanced around the place. It seemed his warning had worked. His usually careless brother had actually taken the time to clean the house.
