NORA'S POV:-
We were sitting at the dining table. I kept my eyes narrowed on my plate and kept eating quietly. I could still feel Luna Helena's burning gaze on my head. If a glare could hurt anyone, I would have been minced by now. I was very nervous to eat in front of his mother. However, Tristan insisted that from now on, he and I would have our breakfasts and dinners with his parents. I had never argued with him. So I nodded like an obedient wife.
I was grateful that Tristan was very understanding toward me. Although I raised no questions, no arguments, he knew I wouldn't be as comfortable eating in front of my mother, as I was inside of our room where no one would be looking at us. I liked having to chat with my hubby as we ate in peace. But I was aware of the fact that this couldn't
