The silence between them felt like glass. It was fragile, and transparent. One wrong word again, and it would shatter into something sharp.
Celeste could feel Landon's gaze on her. It was too heavy, and too expectant for her not to notice it on her. She didn't move, neither could she speak. If she opened her mouth, she might scream.
"I think you two need to work on your conflict resolution," Landon said casually, raising the glass to his lips. "Though, I gotta admit... the tension was entertaining."
Dominic parted his lips. His voice was low when the words came out. "Shouldn't you be inside? Hosting?"
Landon chuckled. "It's my party. I can vanish if I want. Besides, watching Celeste cry over another man seemed more interesting than the rich pretending to care about charity."
"I'm not crying," Celeste said, her voice stiff.
"Right," Landon nodded, "must be allergies."
