The utensil's clicking sounds were the only thing Isabella heard after the dinner began five minutes ago.
She felt Nicholas' hand below the table pressing hers occasionally whenever she felt like she couldn't swallow the food.
On the opposite side of her was Izora, calmly holding her knife and slicing the meat. She would raise her hand and eat with elegance, then cast a glimpse at her.
There are no words to hear—only the cold atmosphere of the silence living. As much as Isabella wanted to raise a head, she wouldn't, afraid to meet someone's stern gaze.
"Is something wrong with the food, lady?" Cringing, she accidentally looked up and met the woman piercing eyes.
Isabella hadn't realised she'd stared longer at her plate, momentarily oblivious about her surrounding. Now, she’s caught of
