~SARA~
Morning.
The maids move quietly around the dining room, placing plates of eggs, toast and fruits in front of everyone like yesterday's dinner hadn't ended in chaos.
Jason and Mira sit opposite Alex and I, their backs straight, faces stiff.
Mira doesn’t look at me. Jason avoids everyone’s eyes.
Mrs. Ford sits at the far end of the table, shoulders squared, jaw locked, staring down at her plate like the food personally offended her.
Alex sits beside me, his expression unreadable, cutting into his eggs like nothing in this world can shake him.
While Sir Alex Sr.— who I notice has been wearing a smug amusing look since we arrived at the table— eats like a king watching a stage play.
He dabs his mouth with a napkin and looks around the table.
A grin spreads across his face.
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