Third-person POV
The dining room felt heavy with the kind of tension that made you question every sound you made and every breath you took.
Sebastian could feel the eyes of everyone on him, but he refused to show any sign of discomfort. His father’s glare was practically drilling into the side of his head, yet he didn’t turn to face him. Instead, his attention was fixed on Scarlett.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and despite her best efforts to appear composed, her fingers were gripping the edge of her napkin tightly. She avoided looking at him, focusing instead on her plate, but Sebastian could see the faint tremble in her hands.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He’d clearly caught her off guard.
It wasn’t as though he’d planned to make such a bold declaration. The
