A bright, lively voice broke through the slightly awkward atmosphere.
"Celeste?!"
Juliette's eyes lit up as she spotted a vibrant figure bouncing over from outside the restroom.
The next moment, she felt arms wrap around her shoulders.
"Lucian?"
She blinked in surprise.
She instinctively reached out to slap his shoulder in greeting, but when her gaze met his dark, unreadable eyes, her hand froze mid-air. Awkwardly, she withdrew it with a sheepish smile.
Celeste subtly put some distance between herself and Lucian, but her restless hands found their way to Juliette’s waist, lightly kneading it.
With a third person present, Lucian, who already carried an air of brooding intensity, became even more silent—like the night sky descending into stillness.
Celeste had no patience for small
