Julian gave a calm nod.
"Then it's settled. I'll pick you up when the time comes."
The car coasted smoothly down the avenue, the streetlights blurring past them one by one.
Eliza leaned back in her seat, quietly watching the city roll by.
She didn't ask any more questions, and Julian didn't press the conversation.
But her fingers moved slightly—brushing against the back of her phone case, tracing the sticky note pressed beneath the clear plastic.
That hand-drawn smiley face.
Her fingertips lingered for two seconds before pulling away.
Nobody noticed a thing.
...
The Roth Estate.
Early morning.
The rich aroma of herbal chicken broth drifted from the kitchen. The maid carried the therapeutic soup into the living room and carefully set it on the coffee table.
Yvonne was curled up on the sofa, wrapped tightly in a cream-colored blanket. The blue light from her phone screen cast harsh shadows across her face.
She was scrolling through Eliza's social media.
That 'Nirvana' choreography video was already pinned right at the top.
Views: 10.34 million.
And climbing.
In the comment section, the top pinned reply read: "This girl is the best dancer I've ever seen! She danced straight into my soul!"
There were over twenty thousand likes beneath it.
She kept scrolling.
"Does anyone know who the choreographer is? We'd love to collaborate!"
"The angle design for those water sleeves is absolutely breathtaking. Every single frame is a painting."
"I've screenshotted so many of these, and every single one is wallpaper material."
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