Cecilia's pov
I watched Sebastian's back as he disappeared into the kitchen with Muffin, leaving me stranded in a thick fog of awkward tension.
Seriously? After all the effort I'd put into keeping things civil, he had to waltz in and blow it all up with that little c***k about us "playing pretend"?
The king of terrible timing.
Amara and I both pretended we hadn't heard him.
She was suddenly very invested in whatever was on her phone, and I became utterly transfixed by the sunset glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows--as if it were the most fascinating thing on earth.
The silence was suffocating.
"Cecilia, Amara, shall we have dinner?" Liam's voice broke through like a rescue helicopter, paired with a smile that was trying way too hard to look casual.
I bit back what I really
