Arabella
The clink of silverware was the loudest sound in the room.
No one said a word, but their eyes said plenty. Especially Tiffany's, who sat directly across from me, stabbing her salad like it had personally wronged her.
Honestly, I wasn't bothered by her attitude at all, but by Hallie's silence even after Adrian confirmed that I was indeed his wife. After that, she asked everyone to move to the dining table and here we were.
Adrian was seated beside me, eating, but I knew he was on edge, too, with the way his eyes were narrowed.
I guess, like me, he was expecting more of a reaction from Hallie.
"Mom, are we really going to act like Adrian didn't just walk in here with some random woman and called her his wife?" His aunt —Bianca, I'd learned — asked, her voice dripping with cond
