710-The Great Emmet McQuoid

Helanie:

"So, tomorrow night, we will prepare the grand feast." Darcy had been talking for the past ten minutes, acting like she was the mastermind behind this Mate-full-moon-thing dinner party. I kept my silence, sticking to the edge of the sofa. One of my hands was stretched out on the armrest, while the other rested in my lap, my leg crossed over the other. I kept my head down and my eyes fixed on the ground.

My mother had decided to skip the arrangement talk because, obviously, it wasn't easy for her to face Darcy. I couldn't even look at her. The brothers had been acting weird, too.

"Okay, we will do that," Norman said, sounding stunned by his mother.

"What is it? You guys have been pretty awkward with me tonight." Darcy finally pointed it out.