Author's pov
The atmosphere had turned icy cold, like Cecilia and Simon had been discussing how to cover up a crime, not whether he should stay for roast chicken.
The stakes felt impossibly high.
Harper and Yvonne instinctively glanced at Sebastian, then at Tang beside him, as if trying to gauge whether this awkward dinner was about to escalate into a full-on standoff.
Cecilia felt pressure building in her chest like she needed an oxygen tank.
In this toxic atmosphere, Simon smiled brightly, his eyes lighting up.
"Great! Thanks, Cecilia. I'd love to stay."
His tone was cheerful, but there was a flicker of challenge in his eyes.
Sebastian leaned back with his arms crossed, his eyes like glacial ice, the pressure around him so threatening it felt like he might have a weapon hidden be
