On the way home
The car felt unusually quiet, and Carla made no effort to break the stillness.
It wasn’t until they were almost at the villa that Tyrone Sweeney spoke, his voice cutting through the silence. “Have you found a dance partner for the masquerade ball yet?”
Carla was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Tyrone to care about the event. He rarely participated in school activities and almost never showed up on campus.
She answered honestly, “Not yet.”
“Do you have anyone in mind?”
Tyrone casually turned the steering wheel with one hand, the car making a sharp turn into the villa’s driveway. His voice was calm and matter-of-fact.
Carla didn’t understand where he was going with this. She blinked, replying, “I’m not really close with my classmates, so I haven’t picked anyone
