Small talk fills the air, laughter echoing off the walls, but I can’t shake the unease coiling in my gut.
Clarissa’s eyes flit to Mark, a silent exchange passing between them.
It’s brief but telling, and I feel my insides twist.
The evening stretches on, each moment a delicate balance of maintaining appearances.
But beneath the surface, the tension simmers, threatening to boil over.
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