I glanced at the screen. In the chat app, Genevieve's conversation thread was exactly as he described: one dry work message after another, timestamps scattered, every line about project milestones.
No casual greetings. No personal chatter. Impossibly clean.
I didn't pick up the phone. Bruno saw my expression and rushed to fill the silence.
"I know you're upset. I really was just trying to avoid making things awkward."
I knew exactly what that spotless chat history was. He'd scrubbed it before coming here.
"You don't need to be so nervous," I said flatly.
Bruno's shoulders visibly loosened. He shifted half a step closer, as if drawn by instinct, then caught himself and stayed where he was.
"Agatha, can you forgive me?"
He searched my face. "The engagement banquet, I'll make it right. And Genevieve, I'll handle it."
"You should head home." I didn't answer his question. "It's late."
Bruno's gaze darkened, but he forced the words out.
"I'll come back tomorrow, then."
He retreated to the foyer. "I brought some of your favorite snacks, by the way."
When I said nothing, he managed one more apologetic smile before turning to leave.
The moment the door closed, I picked up my phone.