Friday evening.
Inside Fiona's elegant, yet understated home, the preparations for the grand opening of Shake It had been relentless. The launch of her club had consumed her, blurring the lines between work and life.
It had almost pushed the looming presence of Dean and Ethan from her thoughts. But as she stood amidst the final flurry of activity, arranging the last of the celebratory decorations, she saw Ethan leaning against the doorpost.
Ethan's gaze, sharp as ever, assessed the situation, his presence a calculated mixture of concern and curiosity. "Fiona, how have you been?" his voice, low and measured, resonated through the house.
"Fine, Ethan," she replied, her voice strained slightly. "Just... busy. You know how it is." Her eyes flickered to the doorway, anticipating the arr
