Chapter 62: Breakfast Invasion
(Isabella's POV)
The morning after a storm always looked deceptively soft. It was like the day was trying to mask just how bad it had been previously if that made any sense.
The air smelled of every food one could think of, delicious and mouthwatering and the dining hall hummed with noise. Gossip and normal talks filled the air. By normal talks, u meant talks that we're not gossip.
I sat with Yvette at our usual corner table, the one by the window that overlooked the courtyard. The sun was trying too hard to be cheerful, spilling golden light across the polished floor, bouncing off the silver utensils and porcelain plates. Everything sparkled, like the school wanted to erase the tension clinging to its walls.
Yvette and I sat quietly. The weight that could only come from one of your best friends betraying you weighed down on us.
She pushed her fork around her plate, stabbing a slice of egg without really eating it.
