The soft glow of candlelight cast a warm ambiance over the grand dining room as Suzy descended the grand staircase. Her steps echoed softly on the polished marble floor, a stark contrast to the pounding in her heart.
At the center of the room, Ryan sat at the dining table, his posture ramrod straight, his eyes fixed on something beyond the window. The sight of him sitting there, looking almost ordinary in his casual attire, took her by surprise. He looked surprisingly well, the remnants of his illness seemingly vanished.
A wave of confusion washed over her. Why was he waiting for her? Had he recovered so quickly? And why did he look so... expectant?
She took her seat, her movements stiff and awkward. The silence stretched between them, heavy and oppressive.
The table, adorned with a lavish spread of delicacies, was missing one crucial element – the main course. Suzy's brows furrowed in confusion. Had they forgotten to prepare dinner?
