Abigail pov contd
"Where were you, Abi?" asked father as he looked at me finally.
"I was in the library, father, I was preparing for my exams," I replied and he frowned
He wanted to say something, but just nodded his head and started the meal. Everyone followed him. I looked at the red-faced Isabella with curiosity. I thought there would be another drama but the room was silent and normal. Though Nicholas had already informed that he had thrown another tantrum.
The meal was too silent up to my liking and I was not even hungry so I just took a few bites and I was already done. But as per the rule of the cultured families. No one can leave before the head of the family leaves the table. So I just sat there moving my fork in the plate again and again.
