Elena's P.O.V
I sat at the dining table, observing the room with a sense of detachment, my eyes shifting between Rita and Vincent as they both looked at me with curious and anxious expressions.
However, soon enough Rita's expression morphed into one of shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. Vincent, too, appeared taken aback; surprise etched across his features as he tried to comprehend why I had snatches the glass off of his hands. At first, the atmosphere remained tense but static, as if suspended in a moment of anticipation.
"Elena…" Vincent whispered.
