79 Tipsy Voicemails and Unsmoochable Unicorns

Dennise, sipping her drink, observed Lia's pensive expression and gently prodded, "You seem a bit off, Lia. Anything on your mind?" Lia sighed, "It's Damon. He's been away longer than expected, and I'm starting to worry. The silence is driving me crazy." Dennise, offering a sympathetic smile, said, "Long-distance can be tough. Have you tried reaching out to him?" Lia nodded, "I've messaged, but the responses are sparse. Green, his assistant, keeps updating me on business matters, but there's no personal connection. It's like he's vanished." Dennise, sensing Lia's frustration, remarked, "It must be hard, especially after having him around so much." Lia sighed, "Exactly. The mansion feels so empty without him. I miss our banter, our shared moments. It's like a part of me is missing." Dennise, leaning in, spoke reassuringly, "Lia, maybe he's just caught up with work. These things happen, but it doesn't mean he's not thinking about you. Have you tried expressing how you feel to him?"