They all stood up and went to the dining room in silence. The standoff between father and son had made things a little awkward and no one talked about it.
The room was huge with a dining table that had a revolving center. It was circular
and made of hard wood. Around it was arranged beautiful chairs with soft backs and seats.
As they entered, the servants were asked by Dylan's mother to serve dinner. Dylan pulled a chair for his mom and sat on her left while his father took up the head chair on the table on his wife's right.
Emma took the chair next to Dylan, and then the others arranged themselves on the remaining seats.
Dylan didn't even bother to look to know who had sat beside him as the strong smell from the perfume she was wearing hit his nostrils and he frowned in displeasure though for his mom's sake, he didn't say anything.
"So, how are classes Dylan?" Emma asked wanting to make conversation with her future husband.