Javier Sinclair was genuinely happy.
He had always thought Celeste's parents were long gone. Now that he knew they were still alive, he was truly happy for her.
Celeste Grant was the love of his life. Naturally, Javier wanted nothing but the best for her and wished for her to have a life without regrets. He hoped that in her future, she would not only have those two doting parents who raised her, but also her true biological parents by her side.
Sitting opposite Javier, Noah Grant rested a hand against his forehead. "This liquor packs a punch. My vision is starting to blur. You've got an impressive tolerance, brother, considering you haven't even flinched. If I didn't know how potent my homemade brew was, I'd suspect you were drinking water."
"It's fine liquor," Javier said.
Noah smiled. "You like it? I'll dig up a few jugs for you to take back."
"Alright..." he didn't decline.
