[Abbie’s POV]
I sit at a round table with a delicious steak dinner sitting in front of me. As I stare down at it, Elizabeth talks animatedly with a few of her friends that she invited along for the evening. Beside me, I can feel Desmond’s nervous energy that matches mine almost completely, and I’m certain he is thinking the same thing as me.
Why were we invited to this gathering? It was pretty clear that we were all but being ignored. At least, until I feel a gaze burning into me, and when I lift my eyes, I find Elizabeth watching me.
“Do you not like steak?” She asks, giving me a look that screams sorry. “If not, we can…”
“No!” I gasp, not wanting her to go out of her way for me. “It’s fine. I was just thinking of something.”
As I speak, Elizabeth’s friends’ gazes come to rest on me,
