Dahlia, ever composed, let a faint, amused smile tug at her lips as she leaned back slightly in her chair, watching the younger ones squirm under her gaze. “Well… this is certainly an interesting reunion,” she said, her tone teasing but sharp. “I didn’t realize you knew each other.”
Ashcroft scoffed, folding his arms with theatrical disdain. “Reunion? Bold choice of word. I know plenty of people—but not all of them matter. Some are just… background noise.” His gaze slid pointedly to Harper, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Case in point.”
Harper’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sweet but deadly smile. “Background noise? Please. If I’m noise, then you’re static—loud, annoying, and completely useless.”
Dahlia said nothing. She stood gracefully, posture regal, eyes glittering with qui
