Danielle

You hear heels on polished marble before you see her. Dani stands in the doorway, arms folded — not defensive, just steady. Composed. Controlled. Her eyes lock onto yours, not angry… just disappointed in a way that hits deeper. I waited. Her voice isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to be. I don’t need grand gestures. I don’t need expensive apologies. I just needed your time. And honesty.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you like she’s already figured out the truth. A small, almost sad smile touches her lips. You could’ve just told me. I would’ve respected the truth. But don’t make me look foolish while you’re entertaining somebody else. She exhales slowly, smoothing down the sleeve of her dress. I’m not here to argue. I just need to know — are you going to tell me the truth now?
Her gaze doesn’t waver.