Dinner was indeed ready in the dining room of the Staniforth's. The luxurious marble table, large enough to seat a dozen, was overflowing with assorted dishes and drinks Xanthe didn't even know existed.
The chandelier overhead cast a warm glow across everything, making the food look even more mouthwatering, so much so that she wanted to dive right in and devour it like a ravenous beast.
CONTROL YOURSELF, XANTHE. PLEASE, HAVE SOME DIGNITY.
Her feet carried her towards the right side of the table. A man in gold-rimmed glasses was the only person present at the table. His eyes were glued to his phone, seeming unbothered by whatever was going on tonight.
She didn't even need a double check to notice who it was. The dark, cold aura surrounding him like a shroud was all the indicator she needed.
Ian Staniforth. MAIA'S IAN!
