Emmeline found herself wedged between Yuna and her boorish, insufferable husband at the elegantly set dining table.
An even more overwhelming sense of inferiority washed over her when the uncouth man proceeded to open his mouth and ruin the pleasant atmosphere with his typical boorish behavior.
She wished for the air to swallow her whenever Richard spoke.
"The cake you brought over last time tasted great," Zavian suddenly spoke.
Emmeline forced a smile on her lips and her cheeks flushed with a foreign sensation.
Yuna turned to her husband with a warm, loving look. "My Zavian isn't usually one with much of a sweet tooth, nor does he habitually eat anything before heading into work most mornings. But he decided to try a small piece of the delightful cake Emmeline had so thoughtfu
