MADELINE'S POV
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The breath the people around the table shared was like a song. Their voices mingled into one as my heart beat rang in my ears. Each step feels like everyone was looking at me, but as my gaze drifted around the dinner table, no one was, except for the eyes at the back of my head, I could feel Atlas staring at me as I approached his parents. The woman beside the former Luna offered me her seat, and I accepted wholeheartedly with gratitude and not a single frown line made it's way onto my face. "Garrick, Felicity," I smile sweetly, not caring about the knot forming in my stomach as I say their names in a form of greeting. It feels disrespectful, but what else am I supposed to call them? Mom and dad?
I snort.
I think not.
"Madeline," His mother's smile is genuine, and I
