As per usual, tomorrow Eve slept until the very breakfast. Even then, she was groggy and kept yawning as she freshened up—the first proper sleep in a while turned out to be very unsatisfying. Yet even if her eyes were bleary, they were clear enough that Eve didn't miss the weird atmosphere in the house.
Victor acted as if yesterday never happened. There were no changes in either his expression, eyes, or the way he spoke and stayed silent. Celina and Xia, at the same time, kept shooting weird glances at him and avoided his presence even more than usual. It was another drop into the ocean of complications that Eve fell in, and she wasn't glad to deal with it first thing in the morning.
She pulled both women away for chat right after breakfast, leaving Victor to deal with dishes on his own for once. Celina and Xia followed Eve obediently into the bedroom. She pushed them to sit on the bed, put her hands on her hips and looked down at the two. Then she sighed.
