The next day, Angelique went to Trunks’ penthouse to spend the day. He had planned everything himself. It was meant to be a special Netflix-and-chill afternoon. The snacks were laid out just the way she liked them, the private home theater was ready, every detail carefully chosen with her in mind. Trunks was visibly excited, eager to make his girlfriend feel comfortable, cherished, special.
Angelique, however, felt none of it. Her attention drifted elsewhere, her thoughts racing as she searched for the quickest way to ask Trunks to do the unthinkable: date her enemy. Her smile was there, but her mind was far away.
“Babe, are you okay?” Trunks asked gently. “You seem off. Is something bothering you?”
“Eh… uh… actually, there’s something I want to ask,” she replied, hesitating.
“Wait, be
