Violet led Noah to the table with her hand in his and called for Nathan to get off the couch and come eat. Her countenance grew icy to hide her mortification once her brother gave her weird looks about the food.
Nathan was a man of his word. He didn't say anything about how her steak was slightly tough and the potato skins weren't as crispy as he could have made them. At least not out loud. The face he pulled after taking the first few bites said it all.
Thankfully, Noah wasn't as picky as that connoisseur. He seemed perfectly satisfied with the meal and made sure to thank Violet for her effort.
As embarrassed as she was, everything was going fine until the dessert was brought out. Her idiotic brother looked horrified at first, realizing what he had done by showing up unannounced, but then he decided to play wingman. Which was even worse.
"Hey, Noah," Nathan said casually. "Have you ever had a strawberry chocolate mousse cake before?"
