ALIANA

By the time I returned to the table, I’d aged at least ten emotional years in absolute worry and fear plus concern because I am worried about what Michael might do.

Michael sat at the otherside like a carved statue of wrath, one hand gripping his wine glass with such tension I genuinely feared it might shatter. Levi sat beside him, wide-eyed, looking like he’d just witnessed a divine being descend from the heavens and threaten murder. Cassandra was pretending to be fascinated by the menu not at all conscious of the fact that she is an homewrecker and a shameless being but she shouldn't get the blame alone,...