PAST
SELENE’S POV:
I came down the stairs for dinner and almost paused at the steps for a second, my gaze sweeping over the comically large dinner table which was completely empty except for my grandmother sitting at the head.
She glanced up, her plate already filled with the grilled chicken. She smiled, silently beckoning me over.
I forced my feet to move, feeling the very well-known symptoms of anxiety crawling up my spine. I glanced towards the double doors that led to the kitchens and then up the stairs I'd just descended.
“Where’s everyone?” I asked cautiously.
Most of the staff joined us for meals.
“Andrew and Bella are having eating out today,” my grandmother informed me, cutting into her chicken. “Nancy wasn’t feeling well so she went to bed.”
“Oh!”
It basically meant I w
