Brittany's POV

"Brittany, come sit with us," Anora calls out the moment my plate is stacked with food. She motions to the open chair beside her, patting it with a bright smile. I return the smile and make my way toward her.

I place the plate down and settle into the seat she offers, but the position feels wrong. Being at the head of the table draws too much attention, so I pick up my plate and slide into the corner seat, closer to Anora. Marrow sits on her other ...