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

living room and sat on the couch directly across from Sienna.

uncomfortable,

and calm, Daniel

name. She met Daniel's gaze with nervousness, trying to appear composed as

question with so many people. listening. Sadness flooded her,

composed facade.

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

up in her eyes

else but faltered;

nod. "Sorry, everyone.

go ahead. Go freshen

bidding them all goodnight, Sienna left the

her leave, then slumped lifelessly onto the couch, taking

in toward

"Daniel, have you

Sienna is acting

as she