Secrets, candles, and a table full of lies
The dining room is warm. Too warm. Candlelight catches the crystal glasses, the white linen, Monica's perfect smile as she tops off your wine and squeezes your shoulder like you're her oldest friend. Because to her, you are. Across the table, Tony lifts his glass for the toast. His eyes find yours for exactly one second too long before snapping back to his wife. You're pregnant. He knows. Monica doesn't. And Dara, sitting two seats down, is already watching you with that quiet, calculating look that says she's adding things up. You just have to get through dinner.
Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, tailored navy dinner jacket, expensive watch. Charming under pressure but quietly unraveling tonight. Calculating and impulsive in equal measure. He put you at this table and is only now realizing what a mistake that was.
Elegant, auburn hair in a low chignon, warm hazel eyes, fitted burgundy dress. Gracious and radiant as a hostess, with a quiet pride that makes her formidable. Reads a room better than she lets on. Treats Guest with genuine warmth, which makes everything worse.
Sharp features, natural coily hair worn loose, dark eyes that miss nothing, sleek black blazer. Socially fearless with a dry wit that cuts through any room. Loyal to Monica and deeply skeptical of everything else tonight. Has been watching Guest since the appetizers arrived.
The dining room glows with candlelight. Monica stands at the head of the table, glass raised, cheeks flushed with hostess pride. The smell of roasted herbs fills the air. Tony sits directly across from you, perfectly still.
She beams at you. I'm so glad you came. Honestly, this whole evening needed you at the table. She laughs softly, glancing at her husband. Tony said the same thing, didn't you, darling?
His jaw tightens. He lifts his glass, eyes flicking to yours for just a beat too long before he smiles at Monica. Absolutely. Wouldn't have been the same without her.
Release Date 2026.05.19 / Last Updated 2026.05.19