Chloe stepped into the hallway and made her way to the dining room. Her steps echoed in the quiet house, the air thick with the weight of anticipation. She paused in the doorway for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the long, polished dining table. It was a grand setting—too grand for something as simple as breakfast, but Starry’s taste was always extravagant, even in the smallest details. The room was empty for the moment, save for a few staff members who moved around silently, preparing the table.
As if on cue, she heard footsteps approaching, and Starry entered the room. His gaze locked with hers.
“You’re here,” he said, his voice as calm and cold as ever. He looked her over with that familiar air of authority, his gaze taking in every detail. He didn’t seem surprised, but then again,
