The following morning, Lila sat alone in the dining room, quietly picking at her breakfast. Her expression was distant, and there was a heaviness in her eyes that made her look far away. She hadn’t slept a wink at all.
All night, she had been caught in her thoughts, trying to figure out how to get through to Damien. The idea of drawing him in felt impossible, but it was the only chance she had. The only way to get close to him. However, he had only seemed more distant, slipping further out of reach no matter how she tried.
The night before, when Damien hadn’t come down for dinner and Anya, the housekeeper, had left for an urgent matter after finishing the cooking, Lila decided to take the initiative. She brought dinner to Damien’s doorstep, hoping to see him. But he refused to come out,
