A Beautiful Trap

~GENEVIEVE~

I heard the footsteps on the gravel behind me.

I did not have to turn to know it was him. Enzo walked like he was still deciding whether or not to pack everything and leave before his sister's birthday, that same careful approach he used when a race could go either way, and I frowned anyway because the dining room was still full of a plan that had nothing to do with pasta.

I hated how