Delilah stepped back, making room for Charlotte to enter. Her movements were as elegant as ever, but there was a slight stiffness in her stride that didn't escape Charlotte's notice.
"Come in, Charlie. You're right on time," Delilah said calmly, as usual.
Charlotte stepped into the house she had visited so often in the past. The moment her foot crossed the threshold, a strange sensation prickled through her body—a sudden chill that made the hairs on her neck stand up.
Her instincts whispered that something was off here. But she dismissed it, blaming the feeling on her own excessive worry for her friend.
They walked down the hallway, and upon entering the dining room, Charlotte was surprised to see the large dining table laden with various dishes—from steak with a special sauce, pasta with tantalizing aromas of herbs, fresh salad, to desserts that looked delicious. The mouthwatering scent of food filled the room.
