Adrianna:
I sighed softly, my fingers tracing the edge of her wine glass softly as I gazed thoughtfully at the now-empty dining table. The remnants of the meal lingered, the candles burned low, casting elongated shadows across the elegant tablecloth. The peaceful atmosphere from earlier had vanished, replaced by a heavy tension lingering in the silence.
Ashton poured another glass of wine, filling it generously before sliding it toward me with a gentle smile. I accepted gratefully, taking a careful sip, allowing the warmth to spread through me, easing the tension in my shoulders.
"I just don’t understand why Stella would react so harshly," I began quietly, shaking my head slightly. "Hattie is Brooks's mate. They need our support now more than ever."
Ashton leaned back in his chair, tho
