Katherine's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the doorbell. Tonight was supposed to be a simple, intimate dinner with Felix—just the two of them—after a busy and chaos days.
When she opened the door, Irene practically barreled in, arms wide."I knew it," Irene whispered conspiratorially, dropping her voice. "Tonight isn't 'just a dinner,' is it?" She winked, pulling out a compact. "Big night, Kath."
Katherine reached out, returning the embrace gently."Irene, it's—it's not that," she murmured, though the tension in her chest betrayed her.
Katherine closed the door behind Irene, who was already halfway to the kitchen as if she owned the place—laughing, tossing her coat over a chair. But Katherine barely heard her.
She leaned against the door for a second, just long enough to catch her breath. Her fingers lingered on the edge of her dress, smoothing it down. It was a soft navy silk, something she hadn't worn in years—something she had considered too elegant for just dinner.
