I met with Lora at a trendy café downtown, the kind of place that buzzed with energy yet offered just enough seclusion for our conversation. I had dressed carefully, donning a casual but stylish outfit that would keep me looking composed while hiding the whirlwind of emotions swirling beneath the surface. I needed to play the part, pretending to be interested in her plans with Dante, all while I was already a few steps ahead of her.
As she settled into her seat, the smile on her face radiated confidence. “He’s completely obsessed with you,” she purred, sipping her drink and leaning in closer. “But he’ll come around. Just give it time.”
I forced a smile, keeping my expression neutral. “I’m sure he will.” The words slipped from my lips as easily as the foam from the cappuccino she was enjo
