Delilah's POV
The brothers left first. Dante stood with that casual grace he always had, picking up his coffee cup and offering Mom a charming smile.
"We'll start on the outdoor setup," he said. "Get a head start on the planning."
"Thank you, boys," Mom said warmly. "That's so helpful."
Mateo followed his brother toward the door but paused to look back at me, those amber eyes burning with intensity. His meaning was clear even without words.
We're watching you.
Then they were gone and it was just me and Mom sitting at the dining table in heavy silence.
"Delilah." Mom's voice was gentle as she reached across the table to take my hand. "I know that was difficult to hear. But I don't believe for a second that you were drunk or high at the celebration."
I looked up at her, surprised. "Y
