The rest of the party went well, all things considered. Kit was never close to me during, always hovering on the edge. But I felt his eyes on me all the way up to my departure with his mother and Marren. On the car ride home, Trisha dropped a bomb on me.
"Your parents' sent me a list of all your favourite dishes. I gave it to the cooks. It's good you and Kit have similar taste in food."
"Why is that?"
"Less work for the cooks. It was always a hassle for me and Joshua. He loved spicy food, but I can't stand it. We always had two separate meals," she laughed quietly, sighing.
"Wait," I scrambled to keep up, "Kit and I have to eat together?"
Marren flashed me a surprised look in the mirror. Trisha turned to look at me over the passenger seat. "Blake told me he told you that."
"He said t
