The sight of her with blood-soaked hands had been too shocking. Carter felt that even the most devoted person would have to let go after something like that.
“I think it’s a long shot,” Jonathan said. “But that doesn’t mean she’ll go to Lennon’s party either.”
“That’s true.”
They both looked at Herbert. “Why don’t you try to subtly ask around?”
Herbert threw his hands up in refusal. “Don’t drag me into this. I want nothing to do with Lennon.”
“Besides, I think you’re all overthinking it. Naomi is too in love with Zebulon to ever let him go.”
Carter and Jonathan exchanged a knowing look.
Herbert had been busy and missed many of their recent get-togethers, so he hadn’t witnessed Naomi’s transformation.
“Fine, you’ll see soon enough.”
If Zebulon weren’t one of the main players, they would have already started a betting pool.
How could they pass up such an interesting wager?
The thought made Carter feel a pang of regret.
“Hey, if Lennon really throws a birthday party, you don’t think your cousin will show up at the Spencer’s, do you?”
At the mention of this, Carter’s expression soured. “You mean Fiona?” he said, his voice strained.
In the current generation of the Lopez family, besides Carter, the acknowledged heir, there was another beloved girl named Fiona Jones.
Fiona was Carter’s paternal uncle’s daughter. She had a wonderful personality and was beautiful, a true ray of sunshine in the family.
But the year Lennon was brought back to the Spencer family, she had fallen for him at first sight and had been proclaiming her love for him ever since.
In some ways, Fiona and Naomi were similar.



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