Kaida
That evening, as Dahlia and I sat across from each other at our usual dinner spot, I tried to push the lingering unease out of my mind. The candlelight flickered between us, casting soft shadows across the table, but I couldn’t quite focus. My thoughts kept drifting back to the sharp, cold edge in Helena’s voice and the way her smile had barely concealed the venom beneath.
“So,” Dahlia began, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she leaned forward. “Let me tell you about my date with Ben. It was so perfect, Kaida! He took me to this little place by the waterfront, and the food was amazing.”
I forced a smile, trying to stay present in the conversation. Dahlia had been gushing about Ben all week, and I didn’t want to take away from her happiness, even though my mind was still spinn
