"Are you okay?" Dante asked, wrapping his arms around Mireille's waist.

Mireille was standing by the window of their room, staring out at the night sky.

"I am fine." Mireille mumbled but her tone didn't say the same.

"You are not. What's wrong?" Dante pulled away and turned her to face him.

"Belinda. I feel like there's something up with her. She sounded off when I talked to her earlier and when I asked her if anything was wrong, she said everything was fine but I ...