Adela's Point of View
I locked eyes with Primo, his grip on my hand steady. Should I go or stay here with him?
Staying meant missing a crucial opportunity, a chance I might not get again. But leaving, would he forgive me or be furious?
I closed my eyes, pondering my decision. When I opened them, they went straight to Primo's hand in mine.
His hold wasn't firm, so I slid my hand from his, breaking our connection. I did it without hesitation, not daring to look at his face.
Looking back at him would have made it impossible to leave, but I controlled myself. I didn't turn away and walk off without looking back.
Just as Van wished, I headed to Olivia's restaurant. As I arrived, I was greeted by a bustling eatery. Well, I shouldn't be surprised; their restaurant was renowned.
I scanned the surroundings upon entering and quickly spotted her at the far end, where she wasn't drawing much attention. I made my way towards her.
