The dinner was supposed to be a celebration, or so Justin had claimed. But as Addison sat at the sprawling, marble dining table in the villa’s lavishly decorated dining room, she could feel the weight of the tension in the air. The room was grand, bathed in the warm glow of soft candlelight, yet it felt strangely empty. Even the lavish decor couldn’t mask the undercurrent of discomfort swirling around the group.
Justin, seated at the head of the table, had barely touched his plate of seared tuna. His eyes flickered between the various members of his team, assessing them, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t hard to see where his focus lay—he was still stewing over Katrina’s rejection earlier that afternoon.
Addison had learned quickly that when Justin was in one of these mo
