The ride back to Starry’s home was quiet. Chloe stared out of the window, watching the scenery blur as the car sped down the road. The city was awake and bustling, but her mind was elsewhere. Starry sat beside her, scrolling through his phone, his face unreadable as usual. Chloe didn’t bother trying to make conversation. She was still processing everything from the night before—the scrutiny, the awkward dinner, and the overwhelming tension.
She didn't know how to fully belong in this new life she'd been thrust into and she didn't seem to have people who were willing to help her in a loving way.
She scoffed inwardly.
“Love indeed. They can as well learn to love themselves first,” she said under her breath.
Starry looked up at her, his eyebrow arching in question. She looked away, an i
