We sat in what was could only be described as an awkward silence. It was hard to know what to talk about. Kael had not willingly invited me. My presence there was simply by Grace's suggestion, and I had already been rude, but by the same account we had also shared some decent conversation as he reminisced. But after that, the conversation seemed to fall short, and the silence lingered. The man I had been cursed to call my fated mate had sunk to preferring sitting upon his phone rather than sharing conversation with me; while cradling his glass of wine within his hand. Leaving me to stare aimlessly out of the large windows surrounding us, wishing time along.
Just as I began to ponder whether time had in fact stood still, Grace sashayed her way into the conservatory, completely oblivious to the uneasiness remaining between Kael and I. Grace walked into the room like she owned the place. Conifdent as ever. Not caring for how things were between me and the man she planned to marry.
