The clinking of glasses faded into the shadows of candlelight. Wine bottles stood half-empty like relics from a war fought and survived. The evening had shed its nerves, and in its place was something warmer—quiet acceptance.Liv curled into the nook of Willis’s side, her fingers lazily tracing the hem of his shirt. Ivory had tucked her feet beneath her on the chair, half-laughing now at something Arlo had said. There was something easy in the air, like an old familiar song returning on a soft breeze.“Okay,” Liv said, voice mellow, “can we agree this whole thing feels like an episode of a K-drama?”“I’d be offended if it didn’t,” Arlo replied, stretching with a groan. “At least the budget would’ve been solid. All this tension? All this face?”Willis chuckled. “You do realize you’re not the romantic lead anymore, right?”“No, but I’m definitely the favorite,” Arlo quipped.“God, he hasn’t changed a bit,” Willis muttered to Liv.“Actually,” Liv said thoughtfully, “he has. You both have
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