The living room at Lotus Crown Villa never felt this smaller before.
Alex sat stiffly in the center of the large sofa, as if a defendant expecting a verdict.
To his left was Riya, who was wrapped in a long coat and trying to hid the embarrassing "catgirl" costume she was wearing.
Her face was flushed with barely suppressed anger.
The tension in the room was suffocating.
Both the women are simply looking at each other over the increasingly uncomfortable presence of Alex, their eyes locked in a silent struggle of wills.
The tension is so thick that Alex could almost see the lightning crackle between them once or twice.
Lucy's expression was more sympathetic, but her kind nature did not stop her from being unhappy about sharing; no woman would be.
Riya, meanwhile, looked like she was ready to commit a murder.
The silence between them seem to dragged for a long, the situation is like whoever spoke first will be the first to be out.
