Meliza's POV
"Don't go yet! It's still early," my sister whined, pouting her lips like a child trying to get her way.
I sighed, glancing down at my watch. "It's almost dark," I pointed out, hoping she'd understand that I had no intention of staying any longer than necessary.
"So what?" she huffed, crossing her arms. "It's not like you have work early tomorrow. And besides, the kitchen staff is already preparing dinner. You might as well stay and enjoy a good meal."
I stiffened. "Dinner?" I echoed, my stomach twisting uneasily. "Are you crazy? I can't stay—I can't risk running into Ethan."
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as if I was being dramatic. "Relax, Iza. He's not coming home tonight. I'm sure of it."
I narrowed my eyes. "And how can you be so sure?"
She leaned against the counter, smirking slightly. "Because he seldom comes home. He usually stays at his penthouse and only drops by on weekends."