Celina and Zoe arrived at the mansion laughing, chatting, and juggling their shopping bags like two teenagers coming home from an unforgettable adventure. The lighthearted, carefree mood clashed with the stillness of the house. The sound of Celina’s heels echoed against the marble floor, blending with the soft jingle of Zoe’s bracelets.

As they crossed the grand hall, Celina spotted Thor seated in the spacious living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his gaze lost somewhere in the distance. When she saw him, her expression softened into a warm smile, and she walked over to him.

“Hey, love,” she greeted, leaning down to kiss him.

Thor returned the kiss but didn’t smile. His eyes swept over her slowly before he asked, his tone calm but sharp:

“Do you know what time it is, Celina?”

The question, dry and measured, cut through the light mood still lingering between the two women. Zoe, sensing the sudden tension, straightened immediately.

“Well… good night, you two. I’m gonna head upsta