Fiona’s POV.
Breakfast with the dignitaries was tense.
Even though conversation flowed between us and the visitors, there was an underlying tension there whenever Isadora addressed them or me, a tension I’m sure the other dignitaries noted, because eventually the flow of conversation slowed and became a lot more awkward, most of the dignitaries gobbled down their meals and immediately retired to their room, while the others remained seated and watched the interaction between Isadora, me and the triplets with wide eyes and bathed breaths as thought waiting for a fight to break out.
I clench and unclench my fists for what might be the fifth time that morning alone as I listen to Isadora dutifully share her unwanted opinion on my parents deaths and the many decisions I’ve made in regards t
