The tension hung thick in the dining hall as Axel walked out, his silhouette framed by the grand double doors. The whispers resumed, spreading like wildfire, and I felt the weight of a hundred curious stares. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, please continue your meal." said Mr. Kusuma ended his speech, and he gestured to the chamber orchestra to resume playing.
And the waiters continued to serve more food, I could barely swallow my food, and Lana, who looked as stunned as I felt, reached out to give my hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Don't worry, Cora," she said softly. "Axel sometimes… doesn't think before he speaks."
I forced a small smile. "I'm fine," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's just a misunderstanding."