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."

shrugged, a puzzled expression crossing his

sat on the couch directly across from Sienna. After

to feel increasingly uncomfortable, as if she

calm, Daniel

beat at the unexpected sound of her name. She met Daniel's gaze with nervousness, trying to appear composed as she responded, "Yes?" "How's Mrs. Lawson and Felix been lately?" Daniel asked politely, prompting curious

heartbreaking question with so many people. listening. Sadness flooded

composed facade.

everyone else's mood. So, despite her true feelings, she

her head. Tears welled up in her eyes

something else but faltered; his words stuck

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

Go freshen up

them all goodnight, Sienna

then slumped lifelessly onto the

in toward

softly, "Daniel, have you

Sienna is acting

energetic as she