My hands trembled as I gazed at Sophie. Her eyes were fixed on us, and I could practically read her thoughts. The unease twisted my stomach into knots. I feared she might spill what she witnessed to Stella, further unraveling our fragile relationship. As I locked eyes with her, it felt as though she was peering into the depths of my soul.
With purposeful steps, Sophie approached our table, wearing a façade of pleasantness. "Such a lovely day, Mr. Anderson. I hope you're enjoying your food," she chimed, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Then she turned her gaze to Iris, offering a somewhat insincere smile, before walking away. After her brief visit, I excused myself from Iris, planting a soft kiss on her cheek and assuring her I'd return soon. Before I went to follow Sophie, I
