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Liora's POV
The dinner table is proudly set with the most extravagant dishes money can buy. I think I overheard the maids saying some of the ingredients were imported from different countries. Yet, the tension around the table is thicker than the appetizing chicken I can't stop staring at.
I'm not staring because I wish I could tear through it while sitting on the floor in my room. At least that's not the only reason. I'm staring because it's the only way I can avoid looking into the faces of the people at the table.
Evren—whose eyes haven't left me since I returned from the bathroom after rinsing my mouth.
Ronan—who has been glaring at where Evren's hands are. On mine. Proudly displaying his ring.
I don't understand how the family isn't angry that he's 'married' without their kno
