"Does anyone want wine?" Inara asked, attempting to break the silence that had lingered for over thirty minutes.
The group had been eating quietly, exchanging awkward glances.
"I'll have some," Lysander muttered.
Inara's face brightened as she poured wine into his glass. "I'm happy to serve," she said, her smile faltering slightly.
"You should have told the servants to pour," Lysander said blandly. "No need to stress yourself."
Inara's cheeks flushed. "I'm fine, thank you."
Eleanor and Ares exchanged a stiff glance before focusing on the couple.
"So, how did you two meet?" Ares asked, his voice casual.
Beneath the table, he grasped Eleanor's dress, his hand tightening around the fabric.
Eleanor's face flushed, but she tried to conceal her reaction by focusing on her food.
Inara and Lysander exchanged tense glances before turning back to Ares. Inara forced a laugh. "I didn't know you were so curious, brother."
