"No, Lucielle, it's alright," Ara reassured her with a faint smile, turning back to Helen, prepared to defend herself.
Lucielle bit her lip, aware that Ara could hold her own, but feeling embarrassed that her mother would descend so low as to insult the woman John was seeing. Her best friend's daughter.
She glanced at Jenny as Ara dealt with their mothers.
Her sister was sitting rigidly in her chair, her gaze fixed on the empty plate in front of her. There was a haunted expression on her face, something shattered in her gaze before she blinked and it vanished. Lucielle's heart nearly skipped a beat at that look, her mouth going dry. She had never seen Jenny look anything other than self-assured, but that was the look of heartbreak.
She wasn't sure how her younger sister was handling th
