[ Wyatt ]
“This looks delicious,” my dad said as he sat down at the dining room table. I have to admit, Luca had gone all out. The spread set out on the table did look delicious. He had taken the time to make three roast chickens, roast potatoes, glazed carrots, asparagus as well as gravy. However, despite the lavish spread, my mom didn’t look impressed. In fact, I saw the way she looked at the food. Almost as though she was judging it before she even had a chance to taste it.
“Self-service?” she then asked and I could hear the distaste in her voice.
“Mom,” I snapped, but she waved her hand as she glared at Luca.
“Yes,” he answered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I was sitting between him and Rain with my parents across from us. So far, things were beyond awkward. My mom then
