Why did you avenge me?

In the dining room, the atmosphere couldn't be any more awkward. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional ever so slight clank of the silverware against the ceramic plates. It was as though both Lucy and Theodore were walking on eggshells—or sitting on eggshells. Her phone rang and she gladly answered it, speaking in a low tone.

"Hey… uhm, not tonight. I have plans tonight… okay, tomorrow night, it is."

When the call ended, she felt a gaze on her and looked up to meet it. Theodore was glaring at her as though she had just committed murder.

She had the urge to explain although her plans had nothing to do with him. "My niece wants to meet up and discuss a proposal I sent her. I'm a busy woman so… nights are the only times I can be available."