Lyra's POV

Breakfast is silent the next morning.

The hall is emptier than the previous night, only residents or workers of the house eating and chatting.

All of the women are smiling and smirking, nudging each other and looking up at Lyra, who sits at the front of the room with scarlet-coloured cheeks.

She looks around nervously, her eyes landing on Andreas , before they quickly flit away, acting like she never looked in his direction.

Carolyn nudges her with a smirk, winking at her in between shovelling oatmeal into Michelle's mouth.

Lyra scowls at her, feeling the nervous tension around her.

She doesn't care who knows about their kiss;...