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Thanksgiving

The new Mrs. Stark wore a black turtle-neck top and a permanent glare directed at her husband, to Thanksgiving dinner.

It was a long dinner table that managed to fit everyone as well as their ego comfortably at the back of the luxurious gigantic building where the reputable powerful Stark family lived.

And tortured everyone with their judgemental disapproving stares.

For instance, as soon as Eve arrived, the older Mrs. Stark turned down her lips and asked,

"It isn't Halloween, dear. Why did you dress like the Grim Reaper?"

Then the old but classy looking great-aunt questioned her on why Alessandro looked thinner.

Thinner? The man was a package of muscles and yummy... Not that she was looking.

And the older Mr. Stark actually scoffed and muttered, "She's only with him for the money, grand aunt."

As if it were a normal statement and not in any way embarrassing.

The gathering was stifling and suffocating with all the proper mannerism expected of everyone and the silence that reigned i
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