L A N AWe are just about to leave for the dining room when Dante suddenly pauses beside me, his attention shifting past me toward Daniella, and I follow his line of sight, noticing that she has slowed her steps and is now moving in the opposite direction. I stop walking as well, unsure if I should keep following Dante or stay where I am, my eyes moving between the two of them as I wait for one of them to say something first.“You won’t be joining us, Daniella?” Dante asks, his voice calm but carrying enough authority to make her stop mid step, and she turns back to face us, her posture relaxed but her expression giving away that she has more on her mind than she is letting on, and I watch closely, realising that even small interactions like this seem to carry more meaning in this house, as if every word and every pause holds its own purpose.“I think I’ll pass for now,” she answers, crossing her arms lightly as she shifts her stance, her gaze briefly moving toward the front of the ho
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