Mariana's Pov

It’s dinner time and Radimr is back. We’re seated silently at the table, waiting for the chef to bring out our dinner. And as we wait, my body tightens with nervousness by the second.

The tension radiating in the room is palpable, unnerving. Radimr’s eyes are lingering on me longer than I’d like them to, as though he searches for something, an answer, a truth.

Did Alejandro tell him yet?

Why’s he so silent?

Why’s he staring at me like this?

It’s bad ...