The dinner started out quiet, and even Samantha was doing nothing to cause trouble. Gray ate quietly, except for helping me with dishes that were too far out on the table or giving me something he thought I would like. I liked everything he gave me. Not just for their taste, but for the fact that he was giving them to me.
"Are we here to watch this public display of affection, or is there another reason?"
I sighed internally. This was the trouble I had been waiting for, and Aunt Maureen just had to be the one to start it.
Gray didn't reply, but he leaned back, pushing on hand into his hair as he sipped from his glass. A maid came up to refill his glass as he dropped it, but he waved her away, and all of the maids standing around and helping out immediately walked away, leaving just us.
