Ravenna's POV
All through the day, the air felt heavy, like the weight of what happened yesterday had sunk into the slight happiness that we had managed to get.
Marissa moved like she was fighting the air, and Lucien kept scowling, only attempting to give Sunny a small polite smile before it slipped back.
At a point everyone in the house was aware of the tension between the two; even Sunny's smile faded on noticing Lucien's actual emotions.
Nobody spoke much, not even Sonny. The air felt heavy with everything unsaid and said. Marissa didn't come down for dinner, and Lucien hadn't tried to call her or asked anyone to. He sat at the head of the table, eating slowly, his face blank but jaw tense. Every sound—the clink of cutlery, the scrape of a chair—felt louder than usual.
