Ivory
During dinner, Diane finally met Anabel. From the outset, it was clear that Diane wasn't particularly fond of her. This was understandable, considering everything Anabel had done to me while I was imprisoned. Their encounter was bound to be awkward, yet Diane maintained her composure and treated Anabel with respect, refraining from any overt hostility.
The atmosphere at the table was tense, and a heavy silence hung in the air. The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery against ceramic plates. The unexpected presence of Olsen added to the strangeness of the evening. Typically, Olsen didn't join us for dinner since he didn't live in the house. His appearance tonight suggested he might be moving in, staying the night, or simply planning to leave late. I decided not to ask, preferrin
