The warmth disappeared, the sweetness vanished, and Eliza’s smile slowly faded into something colder.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she sighed softly.
“You really are making this difficult,” she murmured. If I hadn't been staring at her all through, I would have told myself that I'd imagined those words and she never said it.
I looked at her calmly. “Are you done pretending?”
A flicker crossed her face as her fingers tightened slightly around the gift bag before she stepped closer again.
“You know,” she said quietly, “William hates conflict.”
“He’s been stressed lately.” I said nothing, not she continued her voice remaining soft. “You constantly pushing him like this only makes things harder for him.”
The audacity almost stunned me.
“You came into my house,” I said slowl
