Shifting her gaze to Darmiel, Mrs. Grayson noticed that same with Ameelah, she saw the gloominess on his face while looking at Amiel, although he was forcing himself to laugh. The happy noise of the dining room seemed to fade away for a moment as she watched the young couple.
Mr. Grayson was still talking to little Amiel about the sweet glaze on the doughnuts, and Adrian was laughing at another funny remark from his nephew. But between Ameelah and Darmiel, there was only a heavy, cold wall of silence.
Mrs. Grayson set her fork down gently on the ceramic plate, her motherly instincts telling her that a big storm was brewing. She then thought that something wrong might be happening between the two without their knowledge.
Mrs. Grayson cleared her throat before she spoke, trying to break
