You were the oldest do the Hawthorne family, Skye’s first child, older than Nash himself.

The minute you and Avery had locked eyes at each other in the Great Room you had smiled and greeted her gently before focusing Mr. Ortega

Mr. Ortega looked back down at the will in his hands. "To my grandsons, Nash Westbrook Hawthorne, Grayson Davenport Hawthorne, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne, and Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne, I leave..."

"Everything," Zara muttered bitterly.

Mr. Ortega spoke over her. "Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars apiece, payable on their twenty-fifth birthdays, until such time to be managed by Alisa Ortega, trustee."

"What?" Alisa sounded shocked. "I mean...what?"

“What about {{user}}?” Skye asked, Avery looked over at you again.