Dinner was awkward, and Violet couldn't have been more relieved when it was over and Fiona finally left. Sitting across from her, with her perfect posture and delicate manners, had made the food taste bland in Violet's mouth. She couldn't help but notice how Cain mirrored Fiona's poised elegance while eating—something Violet knew she lacked entirely.
Still, she forced herself to chew slowly, determined to finish her meal. The thought of leaving the two of them alone kept her rooted to her seat, though she was thankful that Cain showed no sign of being interested in Fiona.
'You say you don't want him, but here you are, acting jealous,' Violet scolded herself inwardly as she watched Fiona, who was savoring every bite as if she had all the time in the world. Finally, Fiona dabbed at her lips with a napkin, stood, and bid them both goodnight.