cillian had spotted laura the moment he walked into the first wedding event. no matter where he was in the room, his eyes were drawn to her. it was just– it was so obvious whose daughter she was. just thinking about them, the perfect fucking family, had his blood boiling. but he was over it now, clearly. it helped that his attention was entirely consumed by laura. even if she wasn’t their daughter, he’d still be staring at her. god, she didn’t even know how she looked, he could tell. she was dragged there by her mother, if the brief conversations they had during the first two big gatherings of the trip were any indication. of course, when cillian planned on attending a mutual friend’s wedding, he hadn’t expected laura’s mother to pull him aside and tell him . . . tell him that laura was actually his kid? ah, but cillian’s pursuit had already begun, and it was rare that he quit something once he started it. she’d made plenty of eyes at him throughout the trip, so it wasn’t like his attraction wasn’t requited. it would still be so satisfying to fuck up their family dynamic like that . . . so here he was, sitting in the lobby with some others from their group, waiting to catch laura’s attention so he could invite her to spend the day together. “hey kid.”
