Chapter 8. Something nice

Diana

No! No! No! No! No!

«Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!»

You should already know whose reaction is which. I couldn't breathe properly as the prospect of sitting in the space with Adam for longer than the few minutes he had been in our house bothered me....greatly.

Flavia looked like the cat who got the cream. She quickly jumped on the bandwagon of the invite, agreeing with her mother for the second time that day. I didn't want any of it, and it was clear if you took a look at my face. I looked uncomfortable with the idea. I somehow managed to look at the person of interest for everyone in the room and found him doing that weird studying of my face. He didn't need to study it though because the message was pretty clear.

I don't want you here. And he heard it loud and clear.

He turned his head to my aunt, smiling apologetically as he told her he wouldn't be able to stay for dinner because he was having dinner with his grandmother. I expelled a breath in relief and caught my dog giving me a