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HENRY POV As I sat at the table, my frustration mounting, the awkward tension that had been simmering only grew more unbearable. Vanessa had outdone herself with this brunch spread, plates overflowing with pancakes, eggs, bacon—enough food to feed a small village. But the air in the room was thick, and none of the perfectly cooked food could fix that. Maria sat directly across from me, her face a mask of indifference, but I knew better. She wasn’t indifferent—she was furious. Valerie sat beside her, looking amused as hell, practically basking in the awkwardness like it was some twisted form of entertainment. I shifted in my seat, the dull pounding of last night’s hangover still ringing in my head. I glanced at Daxton, who sat next to me, looking just as wrecked. Neither of us was in the