Isabella's POV
Silence greeted my question. That was an answer by itself, I supposed. Ethan reached over and started filling my plate with a mixture of vegetables before placing a cut of stake in the center.
I was particularly aware of York boring a hole into the side of my face from where he stood from one side of the room, and when I took a peek at Ethan, I noticed the death grip he had on his knife and fork despite the outward composed expression on his face.
It took quite a bit of work to cut through the over-cooked steak, but I kept my expression equally composed as I finally managed to cut a bite-sized piece and lift it to my mouth.
In all fairness, I hadn't been expecting much. Ethan tended to excel at most things he attempted, even the things he didn't like. This was how he'd
