The silence that followed was deafening. Rylie and Anna sat together before the laptop, their faces illuminated by its soft glow. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Two delicate cups filled with deep red Lambrusco sat on the table, their rich color contrasting with the wooden surface. Rylie's long, dark wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, her brown eyes reflecting the screen's light. Anna, slightly younger, with a curious expression, glanced at Rylie. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the air heavy and still, as if the room itself was holding its breath