Chapter 68 Picture Perfect

• Elara
• The dinner table was too quiet. A little too quiet, if I was being honest. I had become so used to Ella and Zoe’s incessant chatter that I never tired of it, and so when they were suddenly silent, it felt eerie.
• Ella was sitting to my left, swinging her legs underneath her chair. She was picking at her stew as best she could, but I could tell she didn’t like it. As for Zoe, she had staunchly opposed eating hers at all despite my pleading, and was pouting on my right with her arms folded and her face set in a scowl.