Twenty-Fourth Hold

{'I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.'}

If I could describe this situation, I could name a few things and it still would be a huge understatement.

The food was brilliant, of course-- a complete course of French cuisine which was set professionally over the table with non-alcoholic red wines for each one of us. The seat arrangement was somewhat awkward.

Dad urged me to sit next to Quinn because we were practically still together for him. As Tiana had told him, we were just quarreling-- no big deal! He was already accepting our relationship but I have no idea if Quinn and I were okay.

Of course, not! Quinn and I were not okay.

Next to me, Mom was chatting enthusiastically with Aunt Claire while my father seated at the head table. They were completely oblivious of what was happening. I was staring down at my plate, refusing my eyes to end up in a discomfited circumstances. If I look up, I was sure that Khloe would give me one of her nasty smirks. If I turn