Melanie's POV
I knew Moira was, once again, trying to "bind" us into a single unit, attempting to maintain the image of a complete Alpha family at this kind of dinner.
I didn't look at Archer's reaction. I just followed Moira into the dining room to sit down.
The dining room had a long table. Plates and cutlery were already set on both sides, with a row of shared dishes in the middle—roast beef, roasted vegetables, salad, chicken wings, small rolls, and a few light, hot dishes that I preferred.
I sat across from Moira and Trista.
In my periphery, Archer pulled out the chair to my left and sat down next to me.
Moira finally looked a little satisfied. After the main courses and sides were served, she told Archer, "Get some food for Melanie. She just rushed back and must be hungry."
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