She slammed her fork down. It made a loud clink that startled Marco. "Darling, maybe you should wait," she said, her voice dripping with fake concern. " Faith has been back on leave for a couple of days and we don't know what's going to happen."
She taunting me.
Astor looked straight at his mother, his eyes turning cold. "We’ve been close to this ceremony so many times. Something always comes up. I don’t want to wait anymore."
His firmness shut Ovelia up instantly. She pressed her lips into a thin, white line and went back to picking at her food.
The rest of the meal was awkward and silent. We rushed through the last bites. I stood up quickly. "Alright, kids. Let’s get these dishes cleared."
Marco and Isabella followed me to the kitchen. The kitchen felt like that safe harbor again, a
