The confrontation happened two days later. We invited Leo over to the penthouse for dinner, the air thick with a tension that Leo finally noticed.
"Okay, what is going on with you two?" Leo asked, setting his drink down on the coffee table. "You've been acting weird for a week. Did you guys get into a fight? Did Julian say something stupid?"
Julian looked at me, and I nodded. He took a deep breath and stood up.
"Leo, I have something to tell you. And you're probably going to want to punch me in the face."
Leo frowned, his expression turning guarded. "What is it?"
"I'm in love with Fiona," Julian said, his voice steady. "And we've been... we've been seeing each other."
The silence that followed was deafening. Leo's face went through a kaleidoscope of emotions—confusion, disbelief, and
