Unspoken Vulnerabilities
Isabella’s POV
The warmth of the quiet evening wrapped around us, but the unspoken tension between Adrian and Lily lingered like a storm waiting to break. Even as we ate, I could feel it—an invisible barrier neither of them was ready to address.
Lily, despite her usual easygoing demeanor, kept stealing glances at her brother as if gauging his mood. Adrian, on the other hand, remained his usual composed self—except for the subtle stiffness in his shoulders and the way his fingers gripped his whiskey glass a little too tightly.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed.
“Alright, enough with the brooding,” Lily finally declared, pushing her empty plate aside with an exaggerated sigh. “We’re not doing this whole ‘silent suffering’ thing tonight, Adrian. You know I hate
