Karina definitely wasn't the type to wait for someone to serve her food. While some might enjoy that kind of pampering, she wasn't one of them.

She ate quickly, clearly starving, but even in her haste, she maintained an air of composure. From an outsider's perspective, she and Wilfred looked like they had been cut from the same refined mold. As Karina finished her meal and prepared to set down her utensils, Wilfred reached over with a napkin and gently dabbed at the corner of her mouth. "You've got a little something there," he said casually. Karina froze.

She stared at him, wide-eyed and still, her lashes fluttering rapidly in shock. Wilfred, focused on the task, seemed oblivious at first. But her gaze had a weight to it, an intensity that couldn't be ignored, and his eyes finally met hers. In that brief, charged moment, Karina felt her heart leap into her throat.

Flustered, she broke the stare and quickly lowered her head, placing a hand over her chest as if that could calm the erratic beating of her heart. "I... I'm still feeling a bit unwell. Could you return the tray for me?"

Wilfred didn't press her. He rose and took the tray away, giving Karina a much-needed moment to breathe.

Once alone, she leaned back in her seat, trying to regain her composure. Had he done that on purpose? Or was it just her imagination running wild?

*

the evening, and the first order of

arranging everything ahead of time. To Karina's

was delighted. "This is perfect! It'll be so easy for me to drop by your

felt relieved to be next to a familiar face. On the other, there was a faint, inexplicable sense of

at

late, and the local stores

brain for a solution. Then it hit her-Yvette

she quickly headed next door

her. "You're here already? I was

a second before saying, "Actually,

puzzled, Yvette stepped aside to

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