Serena
He snapped his finger and a waiter appeared from the dark lobby. She strode with the same grace as the other waited in the main dining room. As soon as she got to our table, she handed us both menus.
The menu was extensive, but I barely glanced at it. My appetite was non-existent. Besides I was still filled from the chocolate cake I had garbled in earlier.
I ended up ordering something light, a salad I knew I wouldn’t finish. Matt ordered for himself with the same ease and confidence he always had, as if everything was as it should be. And then I asked the waiter for a glass of wine.
The waiter left, and the silence between us grew, thick and suffocating. I could feel the tension crackling in the air, but neither of us made a move to break it. I didn’t know where to start, di
