It felt strange dining with Fabio while her parents were seated on the opposite side of the table, shooting curious glances every few seconds. And even if they weren't, it still felt quite strange that they were here at all. There was an invisible string of tension pulled so tightly, the air wasn't thick with it. Giselle was painfully aware of the fact that they hadn't been together in the same room ever since the disastrous day that was their wedding day.
Fabio, on his part, seemed more subdued and less irate than he tended to be. Perhaps the poison's effects were still within his system but as Giselle nibbled on a piece of meat, she prayed that the goddess would keep him in his calm state, at least until the dinner ended.
Giselle's father, the Duke Vanderbilt of Vonteguarde, looked the most agitated, as though he had a million questions that he hoped the king would answer in an instant.
