The dining room fell completely silent.
Everyone stared at me like I had just lost my mind, especially the Blackwell brothers. None of them had any idea what I was doing. The air felt tense, thick with confusion.
Yael was in the middle of handing me a ravioli when he froze. His hand shook slightly, and the dumpling slipped from his chopsticks and dropped back onto the plate.
Whitney was staring at me too, completely stunned. Her eyes moved slowly between Amber and me, like she was trying to solve a puzzle that made no sense. Suspicion filled her expression. If I knew Whitney well enough, she was probably thinking someone had possessed Amber's body.
The whole situation looked unreal.
Lewis, however, seemed to understand something the others didn't. His expression grew darker with every passing second, his sharp gaze fixed on me.
Yael leaned closer and whispered nervously, "Elena, you…"
I calmly took a sip of soy milk before speaking.
