(Tilly)
"Welcome, would you like a glass of champagne? It's nonalcoholic." A server standing at the front door offered before holding out a tray and offering us the drink.
I glanced over at Rylan before he let out a long breath and shook his head no.
"No thank you." I whispered, feeling my nerves rising by the second as Nolan went to reach for one.
"Nope, he doesn't want one either." Rylan interjected.
"What? He clearly emphasized the nonalcoholic part for my sake." Nolan teased, making Rylan frown.
"Mom shouldn't be serving anything that resembles alcohol in the slightest." Rylan muttered in annoyance.
"I wouldn't be surprised if she has the real stuff in the back and is doing this just for show." Jolie chimed in as we all made our way into the house.
I couldn't help but glan
