Chapter 17. Unspoken Tensions

Finally reaching our destination, we expressed our gratitude to the man in the suit. Standing before the door, we took a moment to emotionally and mentally prepare ourselves before facing Silas' friends. I could sense that Silas was nervous, but I refrained from asking why. I understood that there were boundaries, and if something was bothering him, he would share it with me in his own time.

"Hey," I called his attention, wanting to offer reassurance. "You look good, and you'll do perfectly. Let's enjoy this, okay?" I reminded him, hoping to ease any apprehension he might be feeling.

Silas smiled with his eyes and lips, his gratitude evident as he replied, "Of course. Thanks, Isla."

With Silas opening the door, we were greeted by the same elegant and luxurious ambiance that we experienced in the reception area. Seeing this glimpse into Silas' life made me hesitant to imagine the kind of privilege and opulence he had