RYLEE
I had that feeling. The one that grips you when you sense something’s about to happen. It fluttered in my stomach as I glanced at Viggo, who seemed lost in thought, his demeanor distant. It was a strange sensation, unlike any I had felt before.
“Everything okay?” I asked as we settled into the car. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension. “You seem a bit off.”
“I’m fine,” Viggo replied, though his smile was strained and didn’t reach his eyes. “Just had a rough day. Not everything can be perfect.”
I nodded, though unease gnawed at me. The restaurant where we were heading was breathtakingly elegant, its facade a tribute to Greek architecture with grand marble pillars and impeccable proportions. It was a sight to behold, but my thoughts were clouded by the unsettling feeling
