The tension that had once filled the air seemed to have cooled off, replaced now by conversations and laughter. Annabelle glanced at her wristwatch and realized that it was getting late. Just as she was about to mention it, a middle-aged woman entered the room.
"The tables are set for dinner, sir," she informed Edward's father before swiftly exiting the room.
"I'm starving," Edward's father declared with a chuckle, making his way towards the dining table. His wife followed suit, and Edward turned to Annabelle.
"Let's eat dinner before I drop you off," he said, pulling her up from her seat. They made their way towards the table, a sense of contentment and ease enveloping them.
