Alejandro and Melanie’s presence brought a biting charge to the air. Thankfully, Seaton and Beau had no inkling of the antagonism between Alejandro and their two friends. Hence, they were saved from the creeping disquietude.
Still, both Mark and Jackson’s expressions darkened slightly.
Alejandro scanned the faces before him and stopped for a few seconds at Tiffany, his possessiveness glinting from the deepest reaches within his eyes. Quickly, however, nonchalance rushed to supplant his true emotions as he replied, “Sooner or later, everyone has to meet the Reaper. It’s fine.”
Melanie, on the other hand, waved at Tiffany. They exchanged smiles when their eyes met.
After learning that Mark was Alejandro’s (or more accurately, Ethan’s) older brother, Melanie felt pressured to greet her apparent brother-in-law somehow. In a spur of the moment, she blurted weakly, “Good evening, bro—I mean, Mark. And Ari.”
Just like that, Melanie’s slip-of-tongue aggravated the already uneasy atmosphere. Mark’s face was practically covered in frost, and Alejandro’s was not the slightest bit better.
Arianne braved through the uneasiness and smiled at Melanie. “Well, ladies, let us chat among ourselves somewhere else. All men ever talk about is business; if we listen to them prattle any longer, we’ll get bored. Come on.”
Melanie nodded in agreement and hooked her arm with Tiffany’s.
When the three of them reached a quiet, far-end corner, Tiffany drew out a long breath. “God—damn—it, Melanie Lark! That’s waaaaay too foolhardy of you, hon, calling Mark ‘brother’ or whatever it is that you wanted to say right in front of Alejandro’s face! I’ve never even heard the man genuinely calling Mark his brother before! Look, maybe I’ve spared you some details, but surely you sense the bad blood between those two, right? Hell, they hate each other so much that they tried to kill one another!”
Melanie looked positively mystified. “I mean, I could sniff out something strange, but… you can’t pretend blood relation doesn’t exist just because they aren’t on friendly terms. I thought I should at least acknowledge him as my brother-in-law, especially since there’s no enmity between the two of us, specifically. God, I just thought it would be very impolite of me not to greet him back there. You know, at least once.”
“Well, what’s done is done. Alejandro’s not gonna kill you over it, anyway,” Arianne said in resignation. “Besides, we gotta admit, things should have gone this way—everyone living in harmony with zero in-fighting.”
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