For the rest of the meal, Natalie was fidgety. Devonte had tried to calm her down, telling her everything would be okay, but she knew her parents.
No matter what they usually had to say, they wouldn't hesitate. Unless it was something they were still thinking about, or something they knew was bound to hurt the other party. Something told her it was the latter case.
When dinner was finally over, she couldn't eat any of her dessert. She had barely managed to stomach her dinner feeling so anxious.
"So," Ava finally began when the table was cleared. "Owen, why don't you show Devonte to the music room? You and him might just have a lot in common. You can also play a game of chess while at it."
Devonte's first reaction was to narrow his eyes at Ava. "Will Natalie be alright when I come back?"
"Of course." Ava scoffed at him. "Do you think I would hurt my daughter?"
