Sitting in the spacious carriage as it swiftly headed towards their home in the western district, the atmosphere inside was a blend of silent tension and unspoken thoughts.
Luna affectionately clung to Elias's arm, seated on his right.
On his left was Olivia, her demeanor calm and composed.
Caroline and Isabella, somewhat squeezed together on the opposite side, didn't seem to mind.
Isabella, in particular, watched Elias's discomfort with an increasingly amused smile.
Feeling the slight jostling of the carriage and the eerily quiet atmosphere, Elias found himself in an awkward position.
Despite the carriage's spaciousness, it was still confined enough that avoiding eye contact with anyone was impossible.
The silent, meaningful glances exchanged between the two groups who had just been at odds made Elias think this could inspire a novel filled with stream-of-consciousness writing...