Vanessa sits across from Richard at his cozy dining table, the aroma of freshly prepared food filling the air. She tries to focus on her plate, but a wave of nausea washes over her, causing her stomach to churn uncomfortably. Pushing aside her discomfort, she forces a smile and takes a sip of water, hoping to quell the queasiness.
Richard notices her pallor and furrows his brow in concern. "Vanessa, are you feeling alright?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Vanessa's smile falters slightly, but she quickly masks her discomfort. "I'm fine, Richard," she replies, her voice tinged with forced cheerfulness.
