The next morning Viola and her family sat at the dinner table, having breakfast. Everyone was chatting and laughing yet both Viola and Tate were on edge. The both of them had still remembered the conversation that they had the night before and the way Tate professed his love for her.
Viola looked at Tate who was holding their baby daughter, her heart ached for the family she wanted to have with Tate, but she knew that they could not, they were from different worlds. Tate probably said all those things because they had a baby together.
Viola joined the family at the dining table whilst her mother walked out of the room, within minuet’s she was back and her face went from happy to shock written on her face. Viola’s father ran toward her mother and held her before her feet could give in and
