Greg's POV
As we walked towards the dining room, I glanced at Aurora from the corner of my eye. She looked lost in thoughts, her steps slower than usual.
I wanted to ask if something was wrong or if Katrina had said something to upset her, but I stopped myself. Maybe they just had a girl's chat.
Instead, I forced myself to stay silent, keeping my hands in my pockets as we entered the room.
The others were already seated, their voices filling the air with laughter and conversation.
As we took our seats, I stole another glance at Aurora, wondering what was on her mind.
One of the Bullet Club guys, Viper, was cracking jokes about the chaos back at Kevin’s mansion, detailing how they dodged bullets and outsmarted his men.
Everyone else laughed, their plates half-empty and drinks in hand
