After public introductions and an announcement from his father, the party was going as planned.
Luke had calmed things down and convinced Poppy to just go along with everything as if nothing was wrong. By the time dinner rolled around, she was starving. She had been sick most of the day and now her stomach was grumbling for some food. It had been this way for days and she was only getting worse as time went on.
Sitting by her proposed groom, she was quiet as Luke chatted with the people at their table. She really didn't have much to say and didn't know anyone there. It was odd for Claudia to be so quiet, but not for Poppy. She didn't have anything to say when she was in such a strange environment.
Leaning over to whisper in her ear, Luke asked, "Are you okay? You've barely spoken to my parents."
"I'm just hungry."
"Well, good. Dinner is on the way."
