And then I scowl again, realizing that he’s right. That I have no reason, on the surface, to mind that Kent is looking down at Natalia like the long-lost-love she might very well be.
So I turn my attention back to Daniel, taking another big swig out of my glass of wine as he leads me over to the table and seats me down with him.
“Gonna be a long dinner, isn’t it,” I murmur to my fiancé as we watch Natalia put a fond hand on Kent’s cheek before heading again into the kitchen to get more food.
“At least there’s gonna be a show,” Daniel mutters back, drinking his own wine now.
Kent comes over to the table then, taking his place at the head, not bothering to acknowledge either of us as he takes out his phone and flicks through his messages, clearly preoccupied.
“Seriously?” I say to Daniel and Kent, and both look up at me at the same time with matching Lippert stares. “We’re doing this?” I ask, looking between father and son. “We’re just…having dinner again? Ignoring the fact that last night she ordered my father’s assassination and ended my engagement?”
“What would you suggest, Fay?” Kent murmurs, putting his phone down on the table and turning his heavy attention to me completely.
My mouth falls open, ready to respond, before I realize that…I don’t have any answers. I don’t have a suggestion for what we should be doing instead. I sputter for a couple of seconds before Daniel comes to my aid.
“She’s right, dad,” he says, sighing and leaning back in his chair as he takes another deep sip of his wine. “It’s kind of ridiculous to expect us to sit here and play nice, considering what went down last night.”
“Well,” Kent says, leaning back and studying us. “You’re free to go, if you want,” he says, giving a little shrug and a smirk. “If you’re feeling…cowardly.”
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