Emberly
The dining table was too long, polished and perfect. Candles flickered between crystal glasses.
Beta Holt sat at the head of the table, shoulders squared, voice booming the way it always did when he talked about legacy. His wife sat beside him, elegant, composed, hands folded neatly in her lap. Asher sat to my right. My parents to my left.
And me.
The whole family had been invited to the Holt Residence for dinner, we were all present except Evan who was running late.
My guess is, he won’t be coming.
“So,” Beta Holt said, lifting his glass, “A week and two days. Can you believe it?”
My mother laughed softly. “Time flies when the Moon Goddess wills it.”
I swallowed hard, listening to the make merry about my future.
I could feel Asher’s hand rested on my knee beneath the tabl
