The next morning, the Cross mansion was unusually lively. The long dining table glowed under the chandelier, silverware clinking softly as the staff moved about. Aria sat quietly, posture straight, eyes fixed on her food. She’d decided—no drama today. Lie low, stay calm, keep breathing.

Selene clearly had other plans.

She tossed her hair dramatically, loud enough for the staff to notice.

“Aria, darling,” she said with a syrupy fake smile. “Is that really how you eat? So… stiff? You look like you swallowed a ruler.”

A few staff members exchanged awkward glances. Aria didn’t budge. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even look in Selene’s direction.

Selene pushed again.

“Maybe that’s why...