Jenna’s heart pounded in her chest as she clutched the bouquet Marcel had just handed her. His warm embrace and soft words momentarily calmed the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind, but the weight of Venice’s words was way too heavy to ignore. She stepped back slightly, creating just enough distance to look into his eyes.
“Where is George?” Jenna’s voice was firm, despite the trembling inside her.
Marcel’s expression shifted subtly, his usual calm mask slipping for just a fraction of a second before he quickly recovered. “Why are you asking about him?” His tone was light as he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to redirect the conversation. “You shouldn’t worry about George right now, Jenna. You are still recovering.”
Jenna wanted to believe in Marcel, but the way he acte
