The room fell into a heavy silence, every word from Dahlia lingering like smoke in the air. Damien’s jaw tightened, hands curling into fists at his sides, yet a spark of determination flickered in his eyes.
Harper’s gaze dropped, fingers twisting nervously, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on her like a physical force.
Nick rose, leaning casually against the wall, but the usual smirk was gone, replaced by a rare, measured seriousness. Even Dahlia’s sharp gaze softened briefly as she scanned the group, noting the silent understanding forming among them—a quiet vow of unity.
Maya’s eyes lingered on Harper, concern and a tentative hope threading through her gaze. She took a careful step forward, her voice soft yet urgent.
“Harper… do you think… you could… convince your father to
