Casual conversation followed and once my father noticed I wasn't joining in, he leaned over slightly to look at me. "You okay over there, Grace?" he inquired.
I nodded sheepishly, staring at my favorite meal, which didn't seem as good now that I could feel Phoenix watching me. "Yeah, my stomach just hurts."
"Cramps?" my mom attempted to whisper from beside me. My face burnt red and Avery snorted, trying to cover it up with a slight cough.
"No, mom, I'm fine," I told her, cringing as I stared at my food.
"Maybe you should eat, honey," my mom expressed and I sighed and weakly lifted a bite to my mouth. I chewed the cooling food, aware of the fact that everyone was staring at me. I had a large bite of food in my mouth with a red face. I could see why they were staring.
Once dinner ended,
