Alaric
''Stop this attitude of yours, Bastien. Let's eat in peace,'' My mother pleaded.
Bastien said nothing after then and dinner continued, but the warmth around the table had disappeared completely.
The entire dining room suddenly felt colder despite the soft golden chandelier lights reflecting beautifully against the marble walls and crystal glasses. Even the servants moved more quietly now, carefully pouring wine and replacing plates while pretending not to notice the tension slowly tightening around the table.
I kept my eyes lowered toward my untouched food while absently tracing my fingers around the stem of my wine glass.
But Bastien was not done.
I knew that look in his eyes.
And I knew tonight was slowly heading somewhere ugly.
Dami clearly sensed it too because he immediately tried steering the conversation elsewhere.
