Silence settled over the table like a held breath.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Mirena held Diana’s gaze steadily, her posture straight, shoulders squared—not in defiance, but in quiet resolve.
Diana, on the other hand, studied her with a seriousness that stripped away all warmth from her earlier smiles. The woman’s eyes were sharp and assessing, weighing not just Mirena’s words but the intent behind them.
Beside Mirena, Logan stared down at the lone shrimp on his plate.
He didn’t touch it, didn’t even notice it, not when his chest tightened slowly as Mirena's words replayed in his head.
She wanted to run for the seat of presidency. And… this wasn't a decision she'd just come up with overnight.
Not only could he tell from the determination in her tone, but he connecte
