Charlotte’s POV:
The breakfast table is incredibly quiet this morning, what with everything that happened last night. My father has been busy reading the papers the whole time during his feast, whilst my mother has been glaring at me in between her spoonfuls of scrambled egg. Lucille has not even looked at me once. I sigh out and play with the sausage on my plate. I usually love pork sausages, but for some reason, I just don’t feel too hungry right now. I look to the side and see Chris watching the family with attentive eyes and when his eyes meet mine, he nods and smiles, almost telling me that it is okay to say something. I look back at my family and clear my throat, making my father gaze at me over his paper.
“If you will all let me, I wish to say something brief.” I quietly breathe
