Elsa
Lucas and I ate dinner in uncomfortable silence, the tension between us palpable. He brought me chocolate, an obvious attempt to soften the mood. I needed to play my part perfectly, so I swallowed my disgust and made myself appear vulnerable, willing to loosen the tension.
“I’m sorry about my behaviour,” I said quietly, watching as Lucas glanced at me suspiciously, his eyes narrowing in doubt. I knew I had to push harder to gain his trust.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have tried to make you feel guilty about any of this. After all, I’m the one who came to you for help.” As I spoke, I let a few tears fall, hoping that I could muster up enough emotion to convince him. I prayed silently that I’d be a convincing enough actress to pull this off.
Immediately, Lucas’s demeanour softened,
