Ana's POV
Edwin took a strategic sip of his tea, fighting to maintain his composure.
I could tell he knew that even if he tried, he'd never match Morris's shameless confidence—calling him "bro" like they were old friends before Morris had even proposed to me.
I watched Edwin's internal monologue play across his face: 'Guys like that—even if I had to marry into someone's family someday, I'd damn well think it through first.'
Amara caught Edwin's expression and shot him an eye roll.
She flashed a grin. "Ana's got excellent taste. Mr. Welch isn't just gorgeous—he's completely smitten with you. You've snagged the perfect man."
Morris's smile widened at her words.
I glanced over at Edwin. The second Amara declared Morris the "perfect man," Edwin's face twisted like he'd bitten into something sour—practically turning green.
I cleared my throat. As his younger sister, I figured I should throw him a lifeline.
