The night draped its silence around the house, but nothing about it felt calm.
The dinner table was a strange battlefield — not filled with daggers, but with unsaid things. Valenie, blissfully unaware of the storm that had cracked open between her best friend and the man now seated across from her, talked animatedly about a fashion pop-up she wanted to attend, about a red dress that made her feel “dangerously hot,” and how she almost texted Hanan but chickened out last minute.
Amelia half-smiled, nodding along. She barely touched her food.
And Enzo — well, Enzo didn’t speak. He watched. Quietly. Like a predator waiting for the lights to dim. His fork clinked against his plate, but he hadn’t eaten much either.
Every now and then, Amelia would glance his way, catching the sharp edge of h
