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-"

Nathan gently held Mila's head, drawing 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 your eyes checked."

puzzled expression crossing his

the couch directly across from

increasingly uncomfortable, as if she were on

calm, Daniel

trying to appear composed as she responded, "Yes?" "How's Mrs. Lawson and Felix been lately?"

with so many people. listening. Sadness

composed facade.

didn't want her family's troubles to dampen everyone else's mood. So, despite her true

up in her eyes for reasons she

something else but faltered; his words stuck in

abruptly and anxiously offered an apologetic nod. "Sorry, everyone. I'm feeling

encouraged her, "Sure, go ahead. Go freshen

all goodnight, Sienna

lifelessly onto the couch,

in

softly, "Daniel,

is acting differently lately? She's

energetic as