"Tell me exactly what happened at the Sinclair dinner."
Ethan snapped back to attention at Grandma Blackwood's voice and walked her through the whole evening.
"And you actually believe whatever that woman told you?" Something bitter twisted across Grandma Blackwood's face. "Do you have any idea what's circulating online right now?"
She thrust her phone at him. "See for yourself."
Ethan's brow furrowed as he took it.
His expression darkened the second the content loaded.
"This is what happens when you keep giving Naomi the benefit of the doubt," Grandma Blackwood said, sharp. "It's all over the internet already. Fix this. I refuse to have the Blackwood name dragged through this kind of mud."
"I know."
Something cold settled behind Ethan's eyes.
Only three people had ever laid eyes
