Silent love

Chapter 38

On the previous chapter...

"You think this is gonna work?"

"Yes".

"You're sure?"

"No". I said. "But we're doing it anyway".

She nodded slightly, a familiar quiet settling between us.

"I like seeing them like this". She said. "Everyone... moving together".

I gave a small nod. "Don't get used to it".

She huffed a short breath, not quite a laugh. "No. But it's nice for now".

The silence stretched again.

Comfortable, in its own way.

Then I finally spoke, voice low. "I'm going to make him pay for what he did to you".

Her jaw tensed, but she didn't look away from the window.

"Good". She said quietly. "Make it hurt".

I didn't respond. I didn't need to.

She turned to leave, but paused at the door. "Don't stay up too long. You'll look old and miserable tomorrow".

"I already do".

She smirked faintly, and then she was gone.

ʚ YAQUELINE'S POV ɞ

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the soft fabric of my dress.

It was a deep navy blue, simple and modest, with long sleeves and a high collar, but still elegant. The material hugged my figure just enough to be flattering, without drawing too much attention.

My hair was carefully pinned back into a neat updo, with soft curls cascading just around my face. I opted for subtle makeup, just enough to highlight my features.

A swipe of red lipstick for confidence, my usual eyeliner, and a delicate pair of gold earrings to finish the look.

I was ready for the evening.

Or at least, as ready as I could be.

This wasn't a date, not really. It was business, and I had to play the part of the quiet, composed wife, as always.

That is getting quite boring, isn't it?

I stepped out of my room, and as I walked down the hall, I could already see Federico standing by the door.

My heels clicked softly against the marble floors as I walked out of my room and down the hall, where Federico was already waiting near the front door.

He looked sharp, a black suit, black shirt, no tie.

Not to forget perfectly tailored.

Understated, but precise.

His hair was pushed back, neat and deliberate. His silver Rolex glinted in the dim light as he checked the time and adjusted it.

His eyes immediately found mine.

There was always that shift when he saw me. He wasn't just scanning, he was assessing. A quick flick of his eyes, the same way he checked the time on his watch.

I felt the familiar tension build in my chest when I caught his gaze. Something about the way his eyes briefly flickered over me made it clear that he was always on edge.