Keira’s POV

When dinner was finally about to begin, my stomach was growling with hunger and I was sick and tired of the long-ass prayer. Brendon’s dad had been at it for minutes and I zoned out minutes ago. I peeked open one eye to glance at Natasha who was sitting opposite me at the table. The guy she spoke with earlier sat beside her and he seemed older when I got a clear view of him now.

Natasha and older men? That was new.

After the painfully prolonged prayer, I heard a chorus ...