Judy’s POV
Later in the evening, we had dinner in the dining hall. I told the kitchen staff and Harper that on the days Gavin isn’t here, I’ll just eat in the kitchen. They seemed to have understood; so far, everybody here was very nice.
The food was delicious as well. I glanced at Gavin who was cutting into his steak and when he felt me staring at him, he glanced in my direction.
“I need to talk to you about something,” I said quickly as I put down my fork.
“Go on,” he said, raising his brows; he was trying hard not to smile, and I could tell because the corner of his lip twitched.
“I need my best friend,” I blurted. “I need to be able to talk to her about stuff and I hate lying about what’s been going on in my life. She’s going to ask questions once she realizes I’m no longer li
