Annabelle's POV

Martha served lunch and I took a plate and heaped food onto it. I was very hungry and had a healthy appetite. My hectic morning dance classes didn't allow me to put on extra weight, so I loved my food and food loved me. It was a simple spaghetti and meatballs dunked in a gooey sauce, Caesar salad, and strawberry shortcake for dessert.

Stefan came down and picked up a plate, served himself, and sat opposite me, wordlessly. He was on a work-related call with Tristan, so we ate without saying a word to each other. He finished his food and with a nod towards me, left for...