Eliza's POV
Twisting my fork in the bowl of pasta infront of me, I stab a meatball and then hold it up only to watch it slide back off my fork into the bowl. I repeat this process absentmindedly as the conversation between everyone else except Luca replays in my mind over and over again.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to play with your food?" Stefan says to me from his seat at the far end of the table and I swivel my head side to side as though now realizing I was not alone.
"Huh? What did you say?" I look across at him but I don't really see him thanks to my dazed state.
"He said you should eat your food before it gets cold" Alexis answer for him while shooting him a cold stare. Stefan shrugs and gets up to put his plate in the sink. He brushes past Alexis who is staring
