lively, everyone was now unusually quiet. Rhea could not help but feel anxious, as if she were sitting in a high-stakes business mee

ant to be forward or speak out of turn. Perhaps they followed strict table manners, lik

eryone's attention. At first, Rhea thought the woman had choked, but instead of drinking wat

ll observing her. To avoid further discomfort, Rhea slowly bowed her hea

e. Despite Lucas's efforts to sound feminine, his demeanor and attire remained formal and composed. He did not dress in women's clothing or wear makeup,

anda finally asked, making Rhea exhale i

mouth before answering,

ir father, with a slightly funky charm, interjected. Rhea wanted to smile at the memory of their anti

, Chararat, what is with you?" he whispered, but she ignored h

e replied before continuing her meal, silently wishing they would not ask m

's arm even as she was about to take a spoonful of food. She ended up hitting

an here," he gestured to his wife, "was so particular about her cravings. She only wanted dishes made by your father. I almost got kicked out of the house once

ng pitied for being alone. The sorrow in people's eyes when they looked at her wa

ned two years ago?" Luciana, the second e

finish your food, Luciana." His direct tone silenced everyone, and Luciana pouted in he

ents, particularly Sir Adam. The once quiet morning turned lively again, and for Rhea, it was a blessing in di

s in Lucas's room, packing her things, preparing to leave. She felt it was improper to overstay, especially since she was a stranger to them.

y were strangers. She knew she was being a burden, so leaving now while she still could seemed

previous night, yet here she was still alive. She was not sure if it was just not her time yet o

ction in the mirror. Once satisfied, she grabbed he

surroundings, checking if anyone noticed her sneaking out. She knew it was rude, but she was far too embarrassed to formally bid

main gate. Once outside, she did not look back. Instead, she briskly walked away from t