EMMA
Dinner was served.
Tension was in the air. A tension that only I could feel. I wanted everyone to be present as it felt like it would be the first family dinner I would be having since I started living in the pack house.
The general dining table was filled with different kinds of delicacies, even the kind of food I have never tried before because my father wasn’t much of a good cook. He simply did as far as his skills could go, and I couldn’t learn much from him either, so we just ate to survive.
As the saying goes, ‘If the preferable is not available, then the available becomes preferable.’
However, the royal chefs did a fine job and before six-thirty pm, they came to inform me that dinner was ready and I went ahead to start calling everyone I wanted to be a part of the dinn
