Jack's Point of View
Soon everyone's sitting down, and dinner is being served. First a strawberry spinach salad, and then roast beef with roasted potatoes, and glazed carrots. Dessert is served, and it's some Mocha cake. Everything was delicious, but Sophie complained about all of it, and was so self-absorbed. She even asked her father why they didn’t have black forest cake, her favourite. Like this whole ceremony revolves around her. Her voice is irritating me already. When dinner was finished, the plates were swiftly taken, and the music started playing.
“Let’s get a drink,” Sophie demands while grabbing my arm. I nod hesitantly: I could use one. I stand up, and she wraps her arm around mine and holds on to it. Once we get our drinks, we head back to the table that our parents are no
