Patricia

I can't help but notice Jordan's somewhat tense demeanour as we settle into the living room. The evening progresses with laughter and courteous exchanges, but it seemed like we were all dancing around the biggest problem in the room. Jordan and I pretend to be the ideal hosts, with him cuddling up to me and fixing our guests' needs while keeping our actual emotions under wraps and opting to be friendly in their presence.

The Brooks, oblivious to our underlying argument, chat enthusiastically about their recent travels and share stories from their own lives. I nod, smile, and laugh in all the right places, but my mind keeps wandering back to the unresolved issues between me and Jordan.

Dinner is a finely prepared meal made by me. The table is set impeccably, with candles casting a warm, flickering glow.

"Thank you for dinner; it was wonderful,” Jimmy Brooks compliments.

"Thank you very much." I respond, curtsying.

"We'll definitely host you the next time,” Samantha Brooks adds.

“Thank