The room was silent around the dining table. The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery against plates and Lindon's heavy breathing next to Dahlia. The tension between them and Carter was palpable, especially concerning Colton.
Dahlia glanced at the elderly Andersons. Their presence was intimidating, particularly Madame Mathilda. Her jewelry sparkled with every movement—necklace, earrings, bracelet, and rings all glinting. When Mathilda suddenly looked up at Dahlia, she quickly averted her gaze and resumed eating.
"This is the first time you've introduced Dahlia to us, Lindon. Where did you two meet?" Don Benjamin Anderson asked his son.
Dahlia couldn't help but look at the old man, startled by his question. Madame Mathilda's steady gaze made her swallow nervously.
"And why does Colt
