Cursed

****Tamara****

We sat at the dining table at my mates parents and soon to be mine, chattering away. With our stomachs full of an assortment of scrumptious foods, we opted to pass sometime chit chatting. My mate sat beside me dressed in his usual style, black cargo pants with matching combat boots and a very fitting navy blue tee shirt.

His mother and father sat on the opposite side, with his mother taking control over the incessant conversation. One thing I had learnt about her in a short while is that she wasn't one to easily shut up.

The dining room had a hardwood flooring covered mostly by an area grey rug. The dark flooring matched with the dark wooded furnished dining table. The walls were elegantly painted with a gray colour accentuated with white trims. The cushioned chairs were nothing shot of comfortable with pastel tones making them stand out.