The dimly lit room was shrouded in an air of secrecy, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner in the background. Fanny's eyes widened in shock as Seraph's words cut through the air like a knife, her piercing gaze slicing through the tension. Seraph's features were accentuated by the soft glow of the table lamp beside her, her siren-like eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and sharp cheekbones.
Fanny, on the other hand, looked like a porcelain doll, her pale skin glowing in the dim light. Her hands fluttered nervously as she spoke, her fingers twisting together like a knot. "Not surprised," Seraph said, her voice calm and collected, but with a hint of underlying pain. The words seemed to hang in the air, like a challenge.
Fanny's skin prickled with discomfort as Seraph's gaze intensified, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You're not surprised?" Fanny asked, her voice laced with incredulity. Seraph's gaze remained steady, her eyes never leaving Fanny's face. "No, not really. I kind of knew already. I'm just a bit disappointed it took you this long to tell me," she said, her words dripping with a mixture of sadness and frustration.
The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Seraph's emotions simmered just below the surface. Seraph's eyes locked onto Fanny's, her gaze piercing and unyielding. "Were you eager to see me get hurt?" she asked, her voice devoid of emotion, but with a subtle undercurrent of vulnerability.
Fanny shifted uncomfortably under Seraph's intense stare, her words tumbling out in a mumbled mess. She couldn't meet Seraph's gaze, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. Fanny's mumbled words were laced with guilt, her eyes darting around the room.
"I made a promise to Brandon," Fanny said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Seraph's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowing in concern. One was Fanny's boyfriend, the other her best friend, she knew Fanny's loyalty was tested.
"You did what?" Seraph asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of amusement. Fanny hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise, Brandon. I heard the guys talking about it and asked him about it. He initially refused to tell me, but I pressed him for the truth. He finally confessed that he'd promised not to tell you."
Seraph's gaze intensified, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What else did he say?" Fanny's words tumbled out in a rush, her voice filled with conviction. "I asked him if Alex was genuinely interested in you or just messing around. I told him you're my friend and I don't want him to play with your feelings. He said Alex really loves you."
As the conversation unfolded, Sarah burst out laughing, sprawling out on the bed like a starfish. The softness of the bed seemed to envelop her, and her grin was infectious.
The room was bathed in a warm, golden light, and the atmosphere was relaxed. Fanny looked at Sarah quizzically, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What am I missing?"
Sarah's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's just say Alex's story is more complicated than you think." Fanny's curiosity was piqued.
The air was thick with anticipation as Fanny leaned in, her eyes locked onto Sarah's. "Tell me, what's going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she opened her mouth to reveal the truth. But before she could utter a word, the door burst open, and Brandon walked in, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
"Hey, girls! What's up?" Brandon asked, oblivious to the intense atmosphere. Fanny rolled her eyes, her frustration palpable. "Brandon, this isn't a good time."
But Brandon didn't catch the hint. He plopped himself down on the couch, making himself comfortable. "Oh, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room.
Sarah shot Fanny a knowing look, and they both sighed in unison. The moment of truth would have to wait.
Brandon started telling a ridiculous story about his day, making Fanny and Sarah laugh despite themselves. The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a more lighthearted atmosphere.
As Brandon continued to talk, Fanny couldn't help but wonder when they would get a chance to finish their conversation. Would Sarah ever reveal the truth about Alex?
After a few minutes of Brandon's antics, he turned to Fanny with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Fanny, can I talk to you alone for a sec?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Fanny raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's going on, Brandon?" Brandon gestured to Sarah, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Don't worry, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Sarah said, winking at Fanny.
As Sarah left the room, Brandon turned to Fanny and said, "Don't do anything weird in here, this is your room, just kidding!" Fanny chuckled and playfully pushed him.
## Sarah's Solo Stroll
With a sly smile, Sarah closed the door behind her, leaving Fanny and Brandon to their conversation. She walked outside, enjoying the fresh air and the sound of birds chirping.
As she strolled through the garden, she bumped into Antonio, a friend of the guys. He was leaning against a tree, looking rather brooding.
Antonio's eyes locked onto Sarah's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine, but she couldn't quite place why.
Antonio had been trying to get her attention for a while now, but Sarah had been oblivious to his subtle hints. She had been too caught up in her own life to notice his interest.
As Sarah walked away, Antonio's words echoed in her mind: "Be careful, Sarah. Some people aren't what they seem." But she dismissed it as mere small talk, unaware of the significance.
Little did she know, Antonio's words would soon prove to be more than just a casual warning.