Two more black limousines had arrived at the Fowler familyâs villa.
The car doors opened, and a man in his early thirties stepped out.
He exuded an air of handsomeness and elegance.
The man recognized Mark and greeted him respectfully.
âMr.
Evans.
â
Mark also stopped and appraised the man for a moment before smiling.
Korbyn arrived at that moment.
After greeting Mark, Korbyn signaled for the young man, Thomas Smith, to sit down and enjoy the meal.
Thomasâ assigned seat happened to be next to Cecilia.
Mark turned and noticed Cecilia sitting next to Thomas.
Cecilia looked lovely, though her eyes were slightly red.
The atmosphere at the table was somewhat tense.
Rena approached, gently taking Markâs arm, and whispered to the others, âIâll see my uncle off.
â
Mark didnât decline.
The two walked slowly toward the parking area.
Rena said slowly, âUncle Mark, Cecilia hasnât had an easy time these past two years.
Sheâs been on several blind dates, but hasnât met anyone she liked.
This timeâ¦â
As they reached the car, Renaâs brows furrowed.
âCecilia is in a difficult situation.
â
Markâs gaze was tender.
He helped Rena adjust her disheveled hair, patting her shoulder gently.
âI understand.
I let her down.
â
Ceciliaâs marriage had fallen apart.
She had children and often relied on her parents for help.
They had arranged for her to meet someone, and naturally she felt she couldnât refuse.