Suits Me
Davon sits beside me and interlinks his fingers through mine under the table and I feel immediately secure and safe.
“Well, welcome to the madhouse, Lisbeth.” Stephen claps his hands just as breakfast is laid upon the table. Eggs, jars of drinks and a big bowl of fruit. Everyone helped themselves. I take some eggs, a handful of grapes and an apple. Davon pours the juice into my glass and I’m surprised to find out it’s orange juice. Everyone eats together like a big family and I kinda like it. Sure, the faces are unfamiliar, but in time they wouldn’t be. All in all, it's honestly no different to back home. (besides the wealth of course) We eat together, the others talk amung eachother with fr
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