Third person's pov
Daciana speechlessly stood there as he was dragged over to the dinning hall and forced to sit down. She knew it; she already had the idea that this was the trick they're going to play on her. How much more length are they ready to go just because of her presence?
"Daci-"Arnou looked over at her and made to rise up but before he could leave the table, she went out of the front door and closed it behind her before.
Arnou pulsed his lips, twirling the cutleries in his hand around the bacon as he thought of the next step. Without giving it another second thought, he jerked up his seat.
"A minute, Mom"just as his mother was about holding him back, he interrupted her and pushed the chair back. He walked out of the dinning hall to his mother's displeasure.
Joey scoffed aud
