The tension in the room was so thick you'd need a chainsaw to cut through it. Elliot and the person I assumed was his father were glaring at each other. "Sorry I was late. I had a few meetings." He growled. "You're giving my mate and fiance a bad example." Elliot snapped. His father turned to look at me. He grinned. "Eli. But you can call me Dad." I swallowed and nodded. "Bring the food in." Elliot yelled at a maid. Dad took the seat right in front of me next to his wife.
Soon all the dishes were served and everyone was eating. My stomach was twisted in knots stopping me from eating much. "Did you get a new baker?" His father asked. Elliot shook his head. "Well these lemon macarons are better than they usually are." His father commented. I tried to hide my pleased smirk. "Myaliah have you been baking again?" Father asked. I blushed, feeling put on the spot. "Yes father. I couldn't help it." I mumbled quickly. Elliot's parents gaped at me. "You bake?" They asked at the same time. I blushed harder and nodded. "I made every single dessert on this table." I breathed." Elliot looked proud. "See my mate's amazing. I hope you come to love like I have." Elliot said. Love me? I turned to look at Elliot. He looked like a lovesick puppy.