Mirrelie
The silence after Evander spoke lingered heavily around the table.
No one mocked me again after that, but the damage had already been done. I could still feel the humiliation sitting heavily in my chest like something sharp and lodged beneath my ribs. Every movement I made still felt painfully noticeable even if no one commented anymore.
I kept my gaze lowered as I forced myself to eat small bites of food despite the nausea twisting inside my stomach. The expensive silverware trembled faintly in my hand no matter how hard I tried to steady it.
The conversation around the table slowly restarted, though it no longer carried the same mocking ease from before. It felt more restrained now. Careful.
At least toward my face. I could still catch glances when they thought I wasn’t loo
