Sierra avoided direct eye contact with Isadora, who sat across from her at the dinner table. Ignoring Isadora's razor-sharp glare, Sierra sipped water from her crystal glass and occasionally smiled at Kyle, sitting beside her.
Rosaline sat across from Kyle. Sierra suspected that each of them felt equally uncomfortable with Isadora's presence, given their lack of speech.
"What keeps him?" Isadora growled, staring at the grandfather clock that leaned against the far wall. She suddenly gasped, eyes bulging, as Drake entered the dining room. He approached his chair at the head of the table. Sierra was seated to his right and Isadora to his left.
"Goodness' sake, what happened to your face?" Isadora's head drew back stiffly. She stared at him in shock.
Rosaline watched Drake equally horrifi
