Becca
The dining room goes so quiet you could almost hear spirits roaming.
Stephen’s voice is still hanging in the air.
“Should I call you Becca… or Rebecca?”
For half a second, nobody moves.
His mother looks between us, confused.
The blonde woman beside him blinks like she just walked into the wrong reality.
And Jace…
Jace does exactly what we practised.
He frowns.
Slow.
Confused.
Perfect.
“Rebecca?” he says, looking at me. “What is he talking about?”
Oscar-worthy performance.
Honestly.
If I didn’t know better, I’d almost believe him.
Stephen watches us carefully.
His eyes flick between my face and Jace’s like he’s studying a chessboard.
Trying to see which piece moves first.
I sigh softly and set my purse on the chair beside me.
“Well,” I say calmly, “that’s dramatic
