EDEN'S POV
The photograph sits between us like it belongs to another lifetime, yet somehow it's still powerful enough to steal every bit of warmth from the ballroom.
Around us the orchestra keeps playing, champagne glasses keep clinking and guests keep laughing, but none of it reaches me anymore because all I can see is Janice walking toward Chloe's apartment five years ago.
She doesn't try to explain.
She doesn't run.
She just stares at the photograph until her fingers begin trembling.
"Janice......"
She closes her eyes.
"I know."
"No." I shake my head gently, sliding the photograph back into the envelope before anyone else notices. "Not here."
She looks at me, surprised.
"You're...... you're not going to ask?"
"I am."
"When?"
I reach for her hand beneath the table, hiding
