Tense silence and awkward smiles are what I offer everyone when I return to my seat. Never once I ever glance at Lancelot’s direction again.
Every second feels like eternity. I barely understand the words coming out of everyone’s mouth. But, I crazily chuckle when they do and get serious when they do, just to not appear dismissive of whatever the hell they’re talking about.
I also don’t touch my food, but just guzzle up an entire bottle of wine until my stomach hurts.
Lancelot’s gaze linger on me, as if he wanna say more jarring words to me.
Finally when the meeting is over, a rigid air disperses from around me.
I totter towards my parked car, my vision blurring.
“I’ll take you home,” one of Lancelot’s Gammas offers.
I shake my head. “Thanks. But I can manage.”
On the way home, m
