Charlotte just stared, not saying a word.
Anthony was quiet too.
Matthew, same.
Even the maids were at a loss for words.
Everyone’s eyes were glued to the floor, where a burnt, cold chicken wing lay abandoned. Not even the dog wanted it. The silence dragged on, making things even more awkward.
Lavinia had spent an entire hour in the kitchen, only to end up with chicken wings so bad the dog turned its nose up. It didn’t really hurt, but the embarrassment was next-level.
She just kept looking at the chicken wing, shock written all over her pretty face. Her eyes went a little red. “Is it really that bad?” she asked, voice small.
Matthew saw her expression and hurried over, wrapping her gently in his arms. He kissed her forehead, whispering, “No, not at all. They look great.”
“Really? You actually like them?” Lavinia pouted, pressing her face into his chest.
“Of course I do,” Matthew said, rubbing her shoulder and doing his best to comfort her.
“Oh.” Lavinia managed a crooked smile, then pushed the whole plate of chicken wings in front of him. With a perfectly straight face, she said, “Then you can have them all.”
Matthew’s smile froze as he stared at the pile of burnt wings. He hadn’t expected his little white lie to come back and bite him so fast.
At dinner, Patricia sat at the head of the table. Lavinia and Charlotte were on either side of her, with Anthony and Matthew next to them. It was obvious who ranked where in the family.
Patricia had decided not to invite Dorothy, not wanting to risk any drama for Charlotte. The meal actually went by pretty smoothly.
During the meal, Patricia and Lavinia kept dropping hints that Anthony shouldn’t distract Lottie from her studies, especially with exams coming up.
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