Elena
I looked from the ribs in front of me, to Tiago who sat on the opposite side. Having dinner at someone’s place had never been this awkward.
How did this work? Did I have to eat with a knife and fork? A knife? A fork? Did I even learn that at home, growing up with two untidy men?
“Just eat it with your hands.” Marvin laughed into my ear. “Thanks,” I whispered back. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Misty, who could not keep her eyes of me.
Was Marvin friendly because he wanted to be, or was he doing it to make her jealous?
“It’s so good to see you, uncle Tiago!“ Cisco cheered. All eyes moved to Tiago as he sunk in his chair and patted his stomach. “Is anyone else full, or is it just me?”
“Just you,” Victor smirked. Was he the person Tiago made out to be the main villain?
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