The Wrong Woman

"Dan's back?"

"Daniel, why were you so late today? Were you busy?"

"Daniel, would it be okay if Sienna stays at our place?"

"Is everything okay with you?"

Daniel couldn't make out a single word amidst the noisy chatter of his family. He looked at Sienna with an intense gaze, feeling like he'd forgotten how to breathe, his heart racing.

Mila leaned close to Nathan, her hand muffling her soft giggles as she whispered, "Nate, did you notice how Daniel's looking at her? It's obvious he's smitten."

Nathan chuckled affectionately and caressed her head as he murmured, "Perhaps you should focus on my gaze instead of eyeing other guys."

"Let's play matchmaker for them," Mila suggested.

"Let's leave them be. We'll see how things play out," Nathan replied.

"But-"

her nearer as he whispered, "Forced relationships rarely end well. It seems your friend might not be as keen on him as you believe." Mila sighed with resignation, her tone tinged with bitterness. "Looks like you need

a puzzled expression crossing

to the living room and sat on the couch directly across from Sienna. After sitting down,

began to feel increasingly uncomfortable, as

calm, Daniel said,

with nervousness, trying to appear composed as she responded, "Yes?" "How's Mrs. Lawson and Felix been lately?" Daniel asked politely, prompting curious looks from everyone else

unsure how to respond to such a heartbreaking question with so many people. listening. Sadness flooded her, but she forced

troubles to dampen everyone else's mood. So, despite her true

head. Tears welled up in her eyes for reasons

started to say something else but faltered; his words

and anxiously offered an apologetic nod. "Sorry, everyone. I'm feeling a bit tired. I'm going to my

go ahead. Go

all goodnight,

lifelessly onto the couch, taking deep