Eliana’s POV
“Do you think we’re rushing this?” I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
I’m seated on the edge of the bed, fumbling my fingers as the events of the dinner replay in my mind.
Abigail’s outburst, Nathan’s cruel remarks—it all felt like watching two storms clash, leaving anger in their wake. I can still hear Abigail’s sharp words, the way Nathan’s face twisted in anger, and the underlying tension that occured between them. It’s hard to shake the feeling that no matter how much we try to blend our families, something will always be off.
Ricky steps into the room, closing the door gently behind him. He pauses, watching me for a moment before crossing the space to sit beside me. His hand finds mine, his touch warm and steady. I try to steady my breathing, focusing on
