Chapter 174. Skip a Few Beats

By dinner time, they ate downstairs. The table was set, but the usual silence was present. Conversation never came.

Rico barely paid attention to anything else around him. His focus stayed on Calla. Whether she had enough on her plate, the way she held her fork, and the quiet expressions that crossed her face. Every now and then, he’d reach for something and place it closer to her without a word, like it was the most natural thing.

Donna Marta ate quietly, her movements were calm and measured, saying nothing as she observed the table in silence.

Sophia, on the other hand, stole small glances at them. She had a faint, knowing smile on her lips. There was something almost admiring in the way she watched them, but she didn’t interrupt, choosing to keep her thoughts to herself.

Now in their room, Calla sat before the dressing mirror af