The Bread Gobbler
The sound of thin metal glasses clinking against each other barely covered the unintelligible whispers from other tables. Clarissa realized that something was different with her sister. Yesterday, they had finally settled the issue, and she was glad that Marissa was still happy to be with her despite the changes. However, today… right now, there was something different with the way she acted.
As if with the elegance of a princess, Marissa ate in peace. Normally, her eyes wouldn't be so bright and clear, and her lips wouldn't be lightly smiling. It was as if something happened overnight that had made Marissa feel the lightest she had ever been.
However, Clarissa couldn't help but find it odd. Callum was also acting strange as if there were words stuck in his throat. Moreover, the ladies had been staring at them differently. Their lips would open and move, but their sharp eyes feasted on the image of the younger twin.