As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the lake, Amon and Lilith made their way back to the mansion, hand in hand.
Lilith's mind was still spinning from the lightness of their day together—the laughter, the dancing, the weight of their responsibilities lifted, even if only for a little while.
But as they walked in comfortable silence, her thoughts kept drifting back to Jefferson and the "fake dating" agreement they had made for their modeling gigs. The question of how Amon would react kept gnawing at her.
She had wanted to tell him earlier, but it never seemed like the right time. And now, after such a perfect day, she couldn't bring herself to ruin the mood.
Yet, she knew she had to.
"Hey, Amon," she said, her voice a little too high-pitched to sound natural. He glanced at her curiously, sensing her unease.