The next morning, Lina was hesitant to sit down at the breakfast table, but had no choice. She was hungry and the chefs here only listened to her mother. They wouldn't cook later if her mother said no.
Reluctantly, Lina went downstairs where her family was already waiting for her.
Lina paused at the sight of her father, merrily drinking his coffee and reading his newspaper even though most people watched the news nowadays. She saw her mother's thinned lips and narrowed eyes.
"Come come, I've saved you a seat near your favorite food!" Milo patted the spot beside him, where he was already seated next to the head of the table, their father.
"She should be sitting by me," her mother spat out. "It's where the salad is."
Lina took a seat by Milo. WIth this tense breakfast table, she was going to have indigestion. Her father didn't think so, setting his coffee down to take a bite of the food. He said nothing about the tension and was eating like normal.
