Elias, Asher, and Rose stepped into the backyard, the air thick with tension. The space was a serene contrast to the storm brewing between them—rows of vibrant flowers planted by Rose and Lily stretched out in neat lines, their colors a testament to the care and love poured into them. But tonight, the beauty of the garden was lost on the trio as they gathered near the edge of the property, far enough from the house to ensure their conversation wouldn’t be overheard.
Elias crossed his arms, his sharp gaze settling on Asher. He had come to talk to Rose, hoping she could help convince Asher to attend the dinner with the Forresters. But with Asher standing right there, Elias decided to cut to the chase. “Asher,” he began, his voice firm but measured, “I need you to come with me to the dinner
