Blanche's POV
Amber's words carried a deliberate edge as her gaze found me lounging against the bedrail.
I could tell she'd picked those words on purpose.
Every syllable reached my ears, but I kept my expression blank, focusing on my soup like I hadn't caught a thing. She really expects me to take the bait? Not happening.
Vincent's attention shifted to me too—he knew I'd heard everything and was playing dumb. A flicker of amusement crossed his features.
But he didn't press. Instead, he gave Amber a subtle smile. "Thanks, Amber, but whether I'm really someone's life partner—that's Blanche's call. If she thinks I am, that's what counts."
Amber's smile never wavered. "Well, just remember—luck favors those who try."
Vincent's smile felt forced. "I hope you're right."
When it came to winning me over, he seemed to swing between confidence and doubt.
Like now—Amber was practically handing him the perfect setup, but I gave him nothing.
