ThirtyBy the time lunch was ready, I had spent an almost unbearable half-hour in the parlour. Fortunately, Christina had kept me occupied playing and entertaining her, and I pretended that she had my complete undivided attention especially whenever Aaron spoke to me. It was much easier keeping my gaze fixed on Christina than looking at him. Soon though, we would be spending the rest of the day together and though the thought of feigning illness did cross my mind, it was short-lived.
Lunch was no better as the distraction of others was barely enough to keep my mind engaged. Each time Aaron addressed me, it felt as though my soul was going to jump out of my body. I avoided eye contact whenever possible, though it's certain he knew something was wrong, he'd already admitted to noticing my tr
