(This is really awkward…) Irene thought, her face turning blue as she sat in her mother's lap at a table of complete silence. Nothing could be heard except the trickling of water in the distance, and the sound of Rayvis scarfing down another slice of shortcake. Upon arriving at the indoor garden, she had expected her parents to at least talk to one another - but instead they just sat there without even attempting to converse.
(Seeing them like this makes me wonder how they ever had children together.)
"So…" Sarah sighed, deciding to break the endlessly suffocating silence by initiating conversation. Although Irene could tell she didn't want to, from the bitterness in her mother's expression - it was obvious the antisocial duke wasn't going to speak up. He was never very talented at socia
