(Bella)
We got to our table and settled in. But then it hits me, Judy's table is just across us, and as expected, she's throwing daggers at me.
I smile, more to them than myself.
Judy is livid, furious even but as the matriarch that she is, she's doing a perfect job masking the turmoil brewing inside her from everyone but me.
"Are you okay?" Calvin's voice cuts me off my little moment, and I turn to respond.
"Sure, I've never been more okay." I reply, offering a smile.
Calvin nods, reaching out to my hand and offering a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad to hear that," he says, his tone's soft as his eyes lock onto mine.
I hold his gaze a little longer, the admiration in his tender look is clear, too apparent.
Calvin adores me, it's glaring, everyone could see that and sometimes I just fee
