The air was tense.
We all sat at the dining table not uttering a word. Each focused on their plate and in their own bubble. Even Abby and Luke seemed to be having a conflict of their own as they kept whispering to each other every now and then. Except for Lily who was thoroughly enjoying her meal. Poor Jason seemed to be trying to figure out what exactly had this table so electrified with tension. But he wouldn’t get anything at the moment.
Some of us were glaring at each other across the table. Mia and Blake glared at Adrian who was glaring at Jasmine who found extreme interest in the chicken laying on her plate. Sandra wasn’t glaring but she kept stealing hesitant glimpses at Blake. Something was going on between them and I wanted to know it but I also knew that it would be a while bef
