As much as I hated to admit it, the food didn’t turn out tasting half as bad as I had been preparing myself for. Although they didn’t quite meet my personal preferences, I couldn’t help but to acknowledge that it wasn’t terrible. Marcel and Gregory seemed to be enjoying themselves, which was the sign that I needed to tell myself that my dislike towards it was purely founded and built off of my dislike towards the person who had cooked the meal in the first place.
Hera.
Even though I hadn’t said her name out loud, it left a bitter taste in my mouth, one that caused the corners of my mouth to pull downwards for what felt like the millionth time today. It happened so fast that I never had any time to stop myself, to keep a cool front and allow everyone to think that I didn’t care much abo
