Damian's residence, dining room, seven o'clock that evening.Sienna had just taken off her shoes in the foyer when she realized the house was unusually quiet. There was no sound from the television, nor any footsteps from Joana in the kitchen. The main lights were turned off, and from the end of the hallway, a soft yellow glow flickered gently."Joana?" she called out.There was no answer. She walked toward the dining room, then paused at the threshold.The long table was set for only two people. Small candles lined the center, white porcelain plates sat beside crystal glasses, and at the side of the table rested a bouquet of white roses still damp with dew.Damian stood by a chair, his suit jacket draped over the backrest and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows."You said you were coming home early," Sienna said, her voice softer than she intended. "I didn't expect you to be home earlier than I thought.""I didn't say six o'clock," Damian pulled out a chair for her. "I said we
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