From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 450

I stood there long after he disappeared, staring at the space he’d

occupied, my pulse roaring in my ears. Something about the way he’d

left–so calm, so assured–unnerved me far more than if he’d shouted

or threatened.

That wasn’t surrender. That was strategy.

I looked towards the right.

River sat rigid in her chair, eyes locked on the now–closed door, her

expression open in a way that felt too intimate to witness. Longing.

Ache. Something unsaid and heavy.

Before I could ask Riley if Reginald was aware, Rosalie’s voice cut

through the table like a blade.

“Hey, Ry!”

Every head turned.

“Next time you think of doing something stupid,” Rosalie said coolly, “maybe consider what it’ll cost you. And whether it’s worth it.” Her

gaze flicked pointedly to me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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“I didn’t ask for your advice,” Riley snapped, folding her arms tightly

across her chest. “You’re so annoying.”

Rosalie lifted her hands. “Just being a good sister. I’m looking out for

you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” Riley muttered.

Alex inhaled loudly, theatrically.

Almost everyone turned to him.

“Hmmm,” he said, sniffing the air. “Sure smells like a bitch in here.”

Then he slapped his forehead. “Oh wait–never mind. It’s just you,

Rosie.”

Rosalie raised both middle fingers without hesitation. “Fuck you,

Alex.”

He tapped his chin, grinning. “Technically, that’d still be considered

incest.”

Ramsey laughed beside me, unrestrained and boyish.

Rosalie rolled her eyes and stood. “Nothing is surprising around

here,” she muttered. “I’m out.”

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Alex smiled brightly. “Good night, Rosie. Sweet dreams, sis!”

She walked away with her middle finger in the air. “I hope you choke

on that wine!” She yelled.

He threw his head back and laughed. Reese chuckled.

“Good night, ma’am,” Ramsey added, checking his watch. “It’s

fourteen minutes past my bedtime.”

I smiled at him. “Good night, Ramsey.”

He beamed and left.

Ryan stood next. “I’ll take my leave now. Charlotte’s waiting for me at

home.”

“Charlotte’s the wife, right?” I asked Riley, my eyes following him as

he moved away.

She didn’t answer. So I forced myself to look at her.

Riley was staring at her phone. Her face had gone pale, her eyes

and unblinking, fingers frozen mid–scroll as if whatever she was

seeing had struck her dumb.

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I reached out and touched her hand. And she jumped violently.

“Riley.”

“Huh?” she said, blinking rapidly, like she’d been pulled back from

somewhere far away.

“Is everything okay?”

She nodded too quickly, stood abruptly, and grabbed her headphone.

“Yes. Everything’s fine. I just need sleep. I’m tired.”

It was a lie. She wasn’t tired. Whatever she’d just seen on that screen

had stolen the words right out of her mouth. But I didn’t push.

I let her go.

I’d already clearly dragged her into enough problems.

Once she disappeared, the weight of exhaustion settled over me too.

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