Lyvana looked down at her plate. The salmon was perfectly seared, and the salads, everything looked delicious, but her throat felt tight. Every time she sat at this table, she felt suffocated.
The Vaughn family had a way of making her feel like a good for nothing,
and especially today, after what happened at the last dinner.
Susan wasn't at the table, but the ever present Clarisse was here. She sat there with a smug look on her face.
If only she knew that I wanted her to take Mark from my hands for good.
Clarisse was dressed in comfortable clothes. She was probably living here now, Lyvana thought.
Is it possible to prove that they were having an affair. If she could, perhaps her grandmother might understand... or not. She might just end up making excuses for him.
"You don't like the food?" Maya asked, breaking the silence?
Elena didn't even wait for Lyvana to answer.
