Serenity
The room felt like it was closing in on me, no matter how many people stood around.
A charity dinner. Another night of forced smiles, empty compliments, and the kind of small talk that never felt as small as it should. People were supposed to mingle, to connect over shared causes, to find common ground in the glittering chaos of wealth. But all I could think of was how heavy the silence between Luca and me had become, how every word he spoke to anyone else felt like a reminder that he was just one step away from being a stranger.
I had slipped into the rhythm of these events, the predictable handshakes and nods, the rehearsed lines. But tonight, something felt different. Maybe it was the wine—or maybe it was the fact that I couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone knew more abo
