Betrayals and Broken Bonds

It's late afternoon when Marilena and Carla walk into the cozy, rustic restaurant tucked along a quiet side street near the city center. The place holds memories—too many, maybe. It used to be their go-to spot for double dates with Rafael and Derek. The worn wooden floors, the warm lighting, the smell of roasted tomatoes and herbs… it all feels familiar, almost comforting.

Almost.

They're halfway through settling at a booth by the window when Marilena stiffens. Across the room, Vanessa sits alone at a corner table, idly stirring a glass of iced tea. She spots them almost immediately.

Carla glances at Marilena. "Do you want to leave?"

Marilena shakes her head, her voice low. "No. We're not running."

Carla nods, though she clearly tenses when Vanessa stands and begins walking toward them.

"Well, if it isn't the perfect pair," Vanessa says, sarcasm wrapped in sugar. "Didn't expect to see you two here."