The worst part out of all of this was that you couldn’t ask the dead questions to find out the truth, I thought to myself, as Reiner escorted me to my bedroom. It was close to dinner time and today Lucien was home. Well, it’s not like I can keep avoiding him forever. I didn’t even bother to change for dinner.
I sat down at the dinner table wearing the same long black dress that I wore to visit my mother’s grave. I apologized silently to the chef and all the kitchen staffs in my head. I’m sure they did a wonderful job crafting all the dishes that made part of our full course dinner, but to me, it just tasted like dry sand.
Lucien was silent as he ate his food. I wonder when it all started. When did I stop looking forward to spending time alone with Lucien at dinner? When did I start to avoid having dinner alone with him? If I knew, would I be able to do something to fix this or was it already too late?
