I was nervous, feeling the eyes of so many on me as I ate. Trying to remember which fork to use, which spoon. Which foods were better for finger foods and which needed a utensil. Honestly, it was too hard for me, feeling their scrutinized gazes, and I barely ate, mostly pushing the food around as it was placed on my plate. Seeming to understand my nervousness, Rhett kept sneaking his fork onto my plate and taking some of the food Zahra kept placing there, smiling at me with a soft mischievous smile as he pressed his fingers to his lips and winked at me. I let out a soft giggle, feeling like I was back at home with my brother. He hated certain foods I liked as well, and when Mother and Father weren’t looking we’d share our food around so we wouldn’t get in trouble for not eating what they g
