The sun had begun its descent, casting a golden hue over the sprawling estate. The tension of the past few days still lingered, but tonight felt different. Lighter, somehow. Emma and Nate found themselves on the veranda, the cool breeze carrying the scent of rain and jasmine.
Emma took a sip of her tea, watching as Nate leaned against the railing, his gaze lost in the horizon.
“You’ve been here for a while now,” she said softly. “But I don’t really know much about you.”
Nate chuckled, turning his attention to her. “That makes two of us.”
She tilted her head, intrigued. “Alright, let’s change that. Tell me something real. Something about you that isn’t wrapped in mystery.”
He considered her for a moment before speaking. “I used to play the piano when I was younger.”
Emma raised an eye
