Dahlia's POV
Relief washed over me the moment I stepped out of that suffocating private room. The restaurant manager walked beside me toward the VIP lounge when Christina's voice cut through the air behind us.
Before I could turn around, her arms wrapped around me in a desperate embrace. "Mrs. Zaid, are you okay?" Her voice cracked with emotion as she examined every inch of me, searching for signs of harm.
My chest tightened with an uncomfortable sensation. The way she looked at me, the protective urgency in her touch, it all reminded me painfully of Lorena. Even when people leave us forever, they have this cruel way of haunting our present moments.
"I'm fine. Stop those tears before people think I'm some kind of monster who terrorizes her employees." I placed my hand on Christina's shoulder, offering what comfort I could.
