Chapter 31
Ophelia sat across from Mack at the long, polished dining table, her delicate fingers stirring her tea absentmindedly. The breakfast had been laid out before them, but neither of them had touched much of it. Mack’s mind seemed elsewhere, his focus distant, as Ophelia picked at the food on her plate.
“I can’t wait for the ball,” Ophelia said with a smirk, breaking the silence between them. “Federico’s pack hosting? How delightful.” She leaned back in her chair, her gaze sharp and full of amusement. “I just know that he’ll treat Azalea poorly. And when he does, I can’t wait to see the look on her face. That will be a sight.”
Mack shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hands resting on his lap. The tone in her voice made his stomach churn, and guilt began to creep its way into h
