I understood that trying to change Dante’s mind in this moment was futile; it was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. Instead, I needed to devise a strategy to subtly encourage him to back off. However, that would have to wait until I could secure the right moment. For the time being, I leaned in closer and whispered to him, urging him to keep quiet around Landon until we had a clearer plan.
With that settled, we made our way to the dining room, a space that felt familiar and comfortable. The warm glow of the lights contrasted with the chatter of friends and the clinking of silverware that filled the air. I knew Landon was already there, seated at our usual table, where he always saved a couple of chairs for us. As we approached, I could see his relaxed demeanor, and I felt a
