cast prismatic light over the long mahogany table, which was set with china that cos

table sat Hughie Glover, his face a mask of stone, methodically sl

ed in a sickeningly sweet pink gown. Georgiana piled food onto Ki

th smugness. She played with her s

pped her fork. The clatter of silver on porcelain rang

ing it toward Blair with a sacchar

hovering in the air. She sim

e you still mad at me, Blair? Is

mily dinner. The relatives exchanged glances, their wh

concerned mother perfectly. "Kiana, hush. Your sister is going

Mother and daughter were a coordinated attack squad, det

med down on the tab

ainst Tristan's. She pushed his hand down, silencing

er mouth with excruciating slowness. She then turned her g

you're laboring

Delusion? The whole internet saw Ale

Blair to admit defeat, to break d

ut. "Tristan, you're always so close to Blair. Tell her not to worry.

loseness to Tristan was something sordid, trying

lenching into fists under the table.

ound that somehow froze the air in the room. She

er voice ringing clearly through the hal

of the table at the assembled relatives.

whip. "I am not heartbroken.

owly toward Kiana's end of the table. The cli

u," Blair said, stopping r

ing back slightly.

, but her voice projected perfectly to the silen

etting the su

ust picked up the t

he silence was absolute, followed by

mouth opened, but no sound came out, her brain shor

on her lips. But her eyes were dead, promi