Dahlia's POV
The moment Miranda spotted Soren settling into the seat beside Diana, her face went rigid. The color drained from her cheeks completely.
Diana's voice trembled as she spoke, each word carefully measured. "Miranda, Soren brought me to the hospital earlier today. I was craving the food from this restaurant, so we decided to stop by. Would you like to join us at our table?"
Her fragile appearance made every pause between words seem deliberate, as if speaking required tremendous effort.
Mack jumped in before Miranda could form a response. "Diana's invitation is too generous to decline. We'd be honored to share your table." His eyes never left Soren, studying the man beside Diana with calculated interest.
