Two people

Viviana's POV

The car ride home was quieter than the ride to the banquet hall had been.

Not heavy. Not tense. Just subdued.

Rocco sat in the backseat, seatbelt snug across his chest, staring out of the window instead of talking nonstop the way he usually did. His earlier excitement had dimmed, replaced by a thoughtful silence that made my chest ache.

I kept glancing back at him, my fingers twisti