Chapter 14 I Hate You And Your Fiancé, Celine!
- Rachel POV
- The smell of fresh coffee and warm bread hung in the air, but none of it seemed appetizing. I forced myself to bring the cup to my lips, more out of habit than desire. Breakfast at the Morrow house had always been a matter of tradition: everyone seated at the table, polite conversation, fake smiles. And today was no different.
- Well, maybe it was worse.