When The Tables Turned 소설 & 이야기

He spat out the word offensively. Therefore, he added a small clause to the agreement. It was this... Laura prepared for what she anticipated. “Clause?” She rehashed the word faintly and Alejandro made a sound as if to speak awkwardly. "Your father..." He started to talk again. The server plunged in with extraordinary pizazz and started to offload a plate of food onto their table. Alejandro stifled a revile underneath his breath, while he trusted that the more youthful man will wrap up. "Will there be anything more?" The server asked.

"Mommy, was I wrong for doing that just now? I shouldn't have flipped the table, right?" Bambi's voice was small, yet burdened by guilt. She was still so young and thought that by flipping the table, she had caused them to be kicked out of the Jones residence. Elara asked gently, "If you had the chance to do it over, would you still flip the table?" Bambi nodded without hesitation. "I wanted to protect you, Mommy."

Just when they turned around, a large thump came from under the table, followed by a low curse and I froze. I closed my eyes as the three girls turned around once more. “What was that?”

Then came a soft click, like a switch being flipped. "Who's out there?" I shouted with everything I had left. "Let me out. Please." There was no answer. The heels clicked again, fading gradually until the corridor fell silent once more. And suddenly, I remembered that sound. Benedetta loved wearing heels. Whenever she stood in front of me to provoke me, the sharp click of her heels rang like applause for her cruelty. I lay back on the floor and started to laugh. I laughed until tears streamed down my face, freezing into ice against my skin.

He set his cup down on the table with a heavy thud. “Whitney, do you really want to leave me? Don’t forget, seven years ago, you were the one who climbed into my bed.” My chest tightened with a dull pain. I stared at him in disbelief. That was when I finally understood everything. “Hah! So that’s how you’ve always seen it. No wonder your attitude changed the morning after. I thought you just stopped caring once you got what you wanted. Turns out, you never saw it any other way.”

Camille followed immediately after, desperate to get far away from here and straight into a restroom. And just like that… I had turned the humiliation table against them. I watched them go with a small, satisfied smile. Perhaps Layla was right. I was born to serve… To serve consequences, one plate at a time. And tonight, they had been served well.

“Va bene. (I’m alright.)” The moment shattered with a sound behind us. I turned to see Rocco step onto the terrace, his head bowed respectfully. His loyalty to Val had never wavered, even though I knew how much it cost him to see Dante and Giulia together every day. “Boss,” he said, his tone steady, “the Table is ready.” The air shifted instantly. The Table of Dons hadn’t summoned us in two years. Not since the chaos with Dominic. But now… now there was something darker rising.

“Wrong table, wrong table.” They came to a halting stop on “dear Abigail” and looked at each other in confusion. A lady two tables over stood up. “Abigail’s over here!” The servers shuffled over and began to sing again, like they hadn’t just interrupted a truth bomb moment at the worst possible time. I looked down at the table and in rising panic, realized my eyes were burning. I was about three seconds away from crying. I had to get out of here so I could escape that sad, pitying look on Boston’s face. Somewhere I could unravel everything that happened and make some sense out of it.

Her unstable eyes finally came into life, but what greeted her eyes weakened her knees in fear. “What… Where am I…? Where is this…?” a hoarse voice emerged from her sweet one as her eyes started to shake. Slowly, she turned her head to the right side, hoping to get an answer, but that attempt left her cheeks in pain when the person from that side forcefully turned her head to the front. “Don’t do anything useless.” The same person regarded her coldly, a voice as deep as the ocean. Hence, she was ought to meet the same thing that seemingly turned her stomach upside down–it was a relief that she didn't manage to vomit. Right in front of her is a long table faced horizontally at her, a table th

I sarcastically laughed as I tried to regain my balance by pulling myself using the corner of the table. What am I? A weak heroine of a cringe movie? I shook my head and eyed the nerdy with a black and yellow combination of goofy glasses. "Eat the food, I don't have an appetite anymore." And then I turned my heels with my fast breathings. I'm just thinking, how did the tables turn? Why am I suddenly the one who looks like a dog chasing for its owner? Uno isn't like this, so I think he really is mad! But I really didn't mean to do it!