Nova followed Chloe through the sprawling corridors of Franco’s house, her footsteps quickening to catch up. The evening had taken a sharp, uncomfortable turn, and she could sense the tension radiating from Chloe like a palpable force. They reached a quieter part of the house, far removed from the formal dining area.
"Come on, Chloe, hold up," Nova said but Chloe paid no heed to her. "I know you are angry but can you please stop so that we can talk things over?"
Chloe finally stopped at a small alcove near the back of the house, a space away from the polished surfaces and gilded frames that adorned the rest of the mansion. It was quieter here, the uproar from the dinner muted. Chloe turned to face Nova, her expression was of anger and hurt.
“What was that about, Nova?” Chloe’s voice was
