The air crackled with tension as Lucas stood in the doorway, his presence a stark reminder of the chaos that swirled around us. Mia shifted uneasily beside me, her eyes darting between Lucas and the dress in my hands.
"Lucas, I..." Mia began, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. But before she could finish her thought, I cut in, my voice firm and determined.
"We won't be long," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. "I've been wanting to speak with you, Lucas. Please, let’s talk in the hall."
Lucas hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Mia and me. But ultimately, he nodded, his expression guarded.
Mia shot me a pleading look, her eyes silently begging me to reconsider. But I ignored her silent protest and led Lucas into the hallway, shuttin
