Arabella's point of view.

We (Wymond, Mom, Arthur, and I) sat in a very awkward silence. We were all staring at our laps or hands as if there was nothing left to say.

Meanwhile, my mom wouldn't stop looking between Wymond and me knowingly, which made me even more embarrassed.

We were currently seated around the dining table. Mom had cooked, and Wymond assisted her—they were rounding up when Arthur dragged me in earlier.

Talk about the devil—Arthur cleared his throat dramatically and ...