Elara
My fork clattered against the plate as I tried to focus on my meal.
This had to be the most awkward breakfast I'd ever experienced.
Nancy sat to my left, eyes downcast and completely silent as she pushed food around her plate.
Across from us, both Yardley and Orion stared at her with undisguised interest, though for entirely different reasons.
Meanwhile, Dominic seemed determined to put on a show of affection.
"Sweetheart, hand me your phone," Dominic requested casually.
I raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious of that innocent tone. Nothing good ever came from Dominic sounding that casual.
I passed it to him, wondering what he was up to. With deliberate smugness, he flipped both our phones over, showcasing matching couple phone cases.
Dominic held them up
