Miles’s POV
"Miles, you didn’t have to come all the way here. I would have brought your breakfast to you," Bianca says as she walks up to me with a smile.
I swear there was a shift in the atmosphere between her and Daphne before I arrived.
My gaze lingers on Daphne. She looks tense, almost as if she’s holding something back.
"What was happening before I got here?" I ask, my curiosity growing.
Bianca lets out a light laugh, brushing the question off. "Nothing. Daphne and I were just talking about your favorite foods. She doesn’t know what you love to eat, and I told her not to worry about it because I’m here to take care of you."
She reaches out, gently tilting my chin so I’m looking at her. Her red lipstick is a little distracting, but I force a faint smile.
Daphne shifts slightly.
