Blanche's POV
The atmosphere in the private room felt suffocating, so I quietly moved closer to Amara's side.
Amara switched off the music and dimmed the lights, which immediately set Marquis off. He exploded right there on the spot.
The entire room fell into dead silence.
Amara remained still, her eyes fixed on Marquis with an eerily calm expression.
When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "Marquis, do I make you happy?"
Marquis seemed to sense something was different about Amara.
She'd never questioned their relationship in front of everyone like this, but now she asked so casually, as if the answer held no weight at all.
He hesitated, momentarily forgetting about the music and lighting incident.
"Yeah, I'm happy. Why are you asking?" Marquis replied.
His tone carried an edge, like he wanted to avoid the conversation entirely.
Amara's eyes glistened with unshed tears, though she managed a weak smile.
"But Marquis, I'm not happy anymore."
