Jade's POV
The sound of cutlery clinking against fine china filled the dining hall, mingling with the sweet, savory aroma of freshly prepared food. The tension in the air, however, was impossible to ignore.
The Sinclairs and the Johnsons had been at each other's throats since my parents passed away, their rivalry deep-seated and unwavering. Sitting together at the same table felt like forcing two parallel lines to intersect, something that should have been impossible. But for now, at least, I had managed to suppress whatever fire threatened to ignite between them.
I scooped another spoonful of jollof rice into my mouth, savoring the well-seasoned flavors before speaking.
"The food is great this time, Alex," I commented, my voice casual as I continued to eat.
Alexander, seated across from me, smiled warmly. "I'm glad you think so, Jade."
