Margot POV
Melanie’s gaze traveled over me once, distant but careful, and the small smile she gave me felt like it held words she decided not to say.
I wasn’t usually sensitive, but that look cut deeper than Arian’s blunt scent suppression ever had.
It was quieter. More dismissive. I understood it, though.
Her feelings about me had to be complicated.
“Where’s Arian?” Rhett asked.
“Running late.” Melanie checked her phone. “He’ll be here soon.”
“You two catch up. Gerald and I have things to discuss.” Rhett gestured for Gerald to lead the way.
Gerald nodded. “Melanie, keep Margot company.”
“Of course.”
The moment they left, the air went still and awkward.
I didn’t mind silence.
I simply stood there, waiting.
I had promised Rhett I would push, but the first move had to come from
