Ethan
The table was set for two.
The soft glow of dimmed lights filled the room, making the space feel more intimate, more personal than I had expected. The table was laid out but with care, and despite the tension in the air, I couldn’t help but appreciate the quiet calm of it all. It was different from the usual cold, calculated dinners I had grown accustomed to. There was something about this that felt almost… warm.
I glanced across at Amelia, who sat opposite me, still and composed. She looked beautiful, as always, but there was something in the way she held herself that made it clear she wasn’t entirely comfortable. I couldn’t blame her — I wasn’t entirely comfortable either.
The silence between us was thick, more so than usual. I had intended this dinner to be a chance for us to
