Eve expected another enemy at her door, only to find an apology that felt real… and a warning that felt worse.
A week after the dinner that had ended with Luan’s threat sliding into Eve’s ear like poison, the house had almost started to feel like itself again.
Not peaceful, Eve didn’t trust peace anymore.
But quieter.
Less like a battlefield.
The cooking competition was still running, the scandal still circling in the background like smoke that hadn’t fully cleared, but the worst of the public frenzy had dulled since the press release. It had become the kind of gossip people chewed on in smaller bites, still cruel, still present, but no longer a stampede.
And at home, Eve had worked hard to preserve a certain rhythm.
Camila had taken over the kitchen with the confidence of a woman w
