Calla:
The second the ballroom doors closed behind us, Reve's smile disappeared. It didn't fade. It didn't soften. It vanished. Like someone had flipped a switch. The valet pulled his BMW around, and neither of us spoke as he opened my door. I slid into the passenger seat, smoothing the wrinkles from my teal dress more out of habit than concern. The door shut. The silence came with it. The city lights streaked across the windshield as we pulled away from the marina. Normally, Reve filled silence. Business. Racing. Politics. Whatever crossed his mind. Tonight… Nothing.
His jaw flexed every few seconds. Both hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly the leather creaked beneath his fingers. I watched the bridge lights reflect across the bay. One… Two… Three…
Finally— "You should stay aw
