"Yes, but I screwed up, and now I have the feeling that she married my uncle just to get back at me." Olivia, who had been fidgeting uncomfortably at the table, was now like a hyena, her eyes narrowing as she hungrily scanned the conversation around her. She savored every moment spent at the table, feeling her tense muscles relax with each passing minute. But her engaging conversation with Finn was abruptly cut short when Old Mr. Knight stood to his feet and announced that they were leaving. The room suddenly grew quiet as everyone scrambled to finish their drinks and gather their belongings, a sense of finality hanging in the air. Olivia's excitement and enjoyment quickly turned into disappointment and longing for more time at the table with Finn.
As soon as the old man and Finn had left
