Athena was aware of the unresolved, slight tension between her and Antonio, as a result of her sharp response to his previous question, when she strolled into the living room with him in tow—but she didn't let it worry her.
Ewan's presence, however, was a case to be worried for—especially with his laughter booming across the room; with Kathleen sitting on his thigh, laughing.
Nathaniel was on his other thigh, gazing between his great-grandfather and his father while the duo made more arguments on football, with Chelsea fanning the flames. Florence sat beside her husband, showing silent support.
This picture—yes—was enough to spike Athena's anxiety levels.
Without so much as a word (not that the jolly people in the room stopped their conversation to let them in), she hurried to the dining table and sat down. Antonio took the next seat.
"I am sorry," he started, as soon as he sat down. "But you can see why I am worried. He's like a leech that won't go away."
