What have you done Georgia?

Later, after everyone had settled at the grand Knight dining table, four chairs remained conspicuously unoccupied—one at the head of the table and three others alongside it. Dominic Knight still hadn't arrived.

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his sharp jawline accentuated by the dim chandelier light, swirling the dark red wine in his glass as if he owned the world.

"What are the extra three for?" he asked, his voice smooth and deep, directing the question at Bianca, the sweet cousin he'd introduced to Sophia earlier. She seemed a couple of years younger than Sophia and sat to his left. Sophia sat on his right, her hand grazing the edge of her chair, unsure how to fit into this world.

Bianca tilted her head. "Uncle Dominic specifically requested those to be left open. Guess he's got guests."