Eileen observed everything with mixed emotions.

She glanced at Rafael with a complicated expression, "We should go upstairs."

It was a message meant for Rafael and Declan alike.

"Okay," Rafael took the juicer, "Let's go."

Trish took the lead, walking ahead.

Eileen and Rafael followed closely behind.

Declan brought up the rear, engrossed in his phone.

As the elevator doors closed, the sound of Trish's irritation echoed in the confined space, "Girls nowadays are so proactive."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Trish realized how bitter they sounded.

She felt a pang of regret, wishing she could disappear into thin air.

Eileen gently squeezed her hand, "Yes, their...