Walter happened to notice it too, and exchanged a quick glance with his wife.
Everyone began to eat. The table fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain.
Leslie noticed Broderick barely touching his food, so she reached over and picked some dishes for him with a sweet smile. "Ricky, eat a bit more."
Edward couldn't help but find the scene a bit of an eyesore. Leslie's eyes never left Broderick, and that love-struck expression on her face made his stomach twist.
Then he suddenly let out a laugh-loud and a little too sudden for the mood.
"Seems like rumors really can't be trusted. If I remember right, Leslie, didn't you kick up a huge fight back then, saying you'd rather die than marry Broderick? Threatened to off yourself
