Sebastian's presence filled the room, commanding attention without effort. He approached with measured steps, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Mother, I see you've met Ms. Shaw," he said, his voice deep and controlled.
Mrs. Sinclair smiled warmly. "We were just getting acquainted."
I struggled to maintain my composure. The resemblance between mother and son was striking—the same dark, penetrating eyes, the proud jawline, even certain mannerisms. But something else nagged at me, like a half-forgotten dream.
"Mr. Sinclair," I greeted him with a slight nod, trying to appear professional despite my confusion.
"I hope my mother hasn't overwhelmed you," he said, a hint of concern in his voice.
Mrs. Sinclair laughed. "Don't be ridiculous, Sebastian. Ms. Shaw and I are getting along wonderfully."
One of the staff appeared at the doorway. "Mrs. Sinclair, the other guests are ready in the east sitting room."
