CHAPTER 37

CIARA

We all looked at each other as the sound of Noah's footsteps faded away. 

"Well, to be honest, can't say I didn't expect that. We all saw that coming," I said with a shrug. 

Aunt Edwina looked pissed, like she wanted to storm after him and slap some sense into his head, but she didn't.

She just took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee from the pot I made.

A random thought popped into my head. If Noah had known that I was the one who made the coffee, would he have drank it?

Probably not. 

Harriet stood up, smiled apologetically at us, and walked over to her mother, presumably to talk to her about her brother.

My mother looked at me. 

"You know, maybe you should try taking things easy too. You're not exactly pleasant to him either," my mother said. 

I raised my eyebrows at her.