Inside the penthouse, Zane stood at the kitchen island, his cup positioned beneath the coffee machine. He needed his roasted coffee that morning—to steady himself against the unsettling feeling of being invisible during Selina's celebration.
As he pressed the machine, the low hum filled the space, but his attention shifted toward the living room across from him, where voices drifted in—impossible to ignore despite the distance he tried to maintain.
"Last night was extremely fun! Not my usual kind of fun, but…" Noah said, throwing his head back, his arms spread across the sofa. "It was more heartwarming than I've felt in a long time."
He chuckled loudly, shaking his legs as he relived the blissful moment everyone had lost themselves in.
"Yeah… I can see that. Your face was practically glowing," Damien said, still arranging a file on the table as he listened.
"Why didn't you join us?" Noah asked.
