A Perfect Morning Shattered

## Hazel's POV

Sebastian handled breakfast clean-up with surprising efficiency. I watched him move around my small kitchen, his expensive watch catching the morning light as he rinsed our plates.

"You're staring," he said without turning around.

"Just trying to figure out how someone who probably has a team of housekeepers knows how to load a dishwasher."

He glanced over his shoulder with a half-smile. "Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't always wealthy."

That piqued my curiosity. "Really? I thought the Sinclairs were old money."

"They are. But I wasn't always a Sinclair." He shut the dishwasher door with a soft click. "Story for another time."

Before I could press further, he checked his watch. "We should get going. I don't want you to be late."

"I can drive myself," I said automatically.

Sebastian dried his hands on a dish towel. "I'm already here. Makes more sense for me to drive you."

"You don't have to do that."