Once we are seated in our smaller dining room, my father joins us. I notice Serena sit up a little straighter and her shoulders hunch slightly while she sits opposite me. If I could not read her body language the feeling of nervousness I get from her right now is rather telling.
"Good evening, James. It is lovely to see you again Serena. I hope you both had an enjoyable trip. It looked enjoyable from the plethora of photographs and videos on the internet, at the very least."
"I promise we tried to remain as subtle as possible, but it is difficult to blend in when accompanied by three tall and very well built men," I joke. A soup starter is currently being served. Serena looks as awkward as the last time we did this. I wonder if she will ever get used to being served in this manner at eve
