Natalie's POV
My hands were completely steady.
I was very proud of my hands in a moment like that because the rest of me had entirely stopped working.
I plated the food in silence and told myself that "mia vita" was just mere words. Something Sebastian had said without thinking, the same way some people said "darling" or "sweetheart" without meaning anything particular by it.
My life.
I set the plates and told myself it meant nothing.
I almost convinced myself.
Breakfast was quiet in the best way.
Daniel and Elijah came back in and collected their plates with the grateful energy of men who had narrowly escaped something and were wise enough not to bring attention to the fact. Elijah looked at the food and then at me with an expression of genuine relief that I almost laughed at.
