Her entrance wasn’t dramatic, but something in her expression caught Kayla off guard. Sabrina looked composed, perfectly so. Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle in her blouse. But her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and for one flicker of a moment, she seemed… surprised. Almost unsettled.
“You must be Kayla,” Sabrina said, voice pleasant but detached. “Welcome.” The warmth in Mark’s greeting wasn’t mirrored in hers, and Kayla felt her posture straighten instinctively, as if she needed to prove she belonged there.