The dining table was unusually quiet. Well—almost quiet. One person seemed to be in an annoyingly good mood.

“Ahhh, oh my God, that is so funny! I don't know why people hate Love Island—it's all about drama, lies, and fake people pretending to be in love.”

She laughed again, completely unaware of the irony.

Across the table, Daisy clenched her fork so tightly it looked like she might throw it at Amelia just to escape the noise.

Eliana noticed and quickly stepped in. “Come on, honey. The school bus is here.”

She helped Daisy down from her seat, but the girl didn’t stop glaring at Amelia. Amelia caught it, squinting...