Breakfast that morning was once more awkward, but on the bright side there was no yelling from Madam Alice and the meal had been made by Islinda. It was good to say that the food was safe.
The only thing that could be heard was the sound of utensils clinking against the silverware and Remy's hushed voice as she spoke to Eli. Sadly, even with her voice lowered, it was still not enough for the family.
A bang on the table startled Islinda and a lump formed in her throat knowing that she was in trouble even before she looked up.
"What is it, Lilian? Is the food not up to your test?" She hoped the food was the problem, not Eli.
"Oh please," Lillian rolled her eyes towards heaven, "We both know that is not what this is all about." Her gaze bored through her.
Lillian pointed towards Eli, "When are you going to get rid of him?"