BLAIR’S POV
For a second, the room goes completely quiet. I feel like I’m holding my breath, because honestly, I have no idea what Mr. Sullivan will do next or if he’s actually going to kick us out because of Blaise’s defiance.
Then, to my surprise, he clears his throat and glances between Blaise and his wife.
“Let’s eat,” he says.
Regina stares at him, clearly expecting more, but he doesn’t add a word. Her eyes dart to Blaise, then to me, and back to Mr. Sullivan before she lets out a loud huff, her jaw ticking.
I force myself to focus on my plate, exhaling slowly. That was terrifying and made me feel like a kid surrounded by adults. I sneak a look at Blaise and he’s doing the same thing, staring at his food like he’s not even supposed to be here.
“Miss Turner.” I snap my head up
