Lyra

I'd started eating already while Isla's face was swelling with anger and embarrassment because of my comment.

“The food tastes good tonight,” I remarked, flashing Kieran a smile on purpose and ignoring the remaining two people on the table.

“I know, the chef definitely made this with passion,” Kieran replied, nodding his head in approval.

Rylan and Isla’s eyes shifted back and forth at both of us. They were either too stunned to speak or still processing what was going on.

I ...