“Slurp, slurp,” the only sound that filled the dining room thirty minutes later, after Arnold and Miguel finally joined the rest, was the sound of eating.
But not everyone was in the mood to eat at the time.
Arnold couldn’t help but notice Avita, who seemed to be in her own world, eating as if she were the only person in the room.
‘Am I hallucinating? This one look just like her, yet she’s not the same as the girl I saw last weekend. What exactly is happening here?’
To be honest, he was perplexed. He didn’t know or understand what was going on right now, but he knew one thing for certain: he needed to know, and the only way to do so was to have a brief conversation with her.
Felicia was boiling with rage inside as she ate while Arnold was doubting life. However, she recognized the seriousness of acting out and being discovered, so she did her best to keep her rage within and pretend that everything was OK.
