Aunt Lyra, who had been quietly observing everything, finally broke her silence.
“Leonardo, you and Anastasia have known each other almost your entire lives. Is this really where things stand now? It would be a pity to let unspoken tensions undo years of history.”
Before he could respond, I shook my head, keeping my voice steady.
“There’s nothing to clarify, Aunt Lyra. Leonardo isn’t the type to hesitate when something matters to him. If he hasn’t said anything by now, then there’s nothing left to discuss.”
Camila shifted beside him, visibly drained, and his attention snapped to her instantly.
“You don’t look well,” he said softly, concern unmistakable.
Turning to the delivery driver, he added, “Pause unloading for a moment. We’ll take the elevator first.”
I stepped aside without comment as he guided her forward. Leonardo hesitated briefly, his eyes searching mine—as if waiting for a reaction—but when I gave him none, he ushered Camila into the elevator without another word.