Serenity
The dinner table was set perfectly, of course. It always was. Polished silverware gleamed beneath the soft glow of the chandelier, crystal glasses catching the light like they were meant to sparkle and shine. The plates were the kind of china that could only be found in the most exclusive stores, the kind of place where people bought not to use, but to show.
And yet, despite the elegance of the room, the opulence that surrounded us, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was hollow. The air in the room was thick with things unsaid. My stomach twisted as I looked at the plate in front of me, my appetite gone the moment I sat down. The weight of the photo was still heavy on my mind, clinging to me like a shadow I couldn’t escape.
I hadn’t asked Luca about it. I hadn’t even
