*ROSA*
The dining table was beautifully arranged with different types of meals. We sat around it, quietly enjoying our food. Damon, who sat next to me, kept passing teasing glances, trying to make me laugh.
Even though the murderer of his entire family was also present at the table, he seemed not bothered in the slightest, and determined to make me happy in every possible way.
As I looked around the room, I felt content and no longer scared. I realized I had everything I could wish for, and that made me confident.
Suddenly, Aunt Sarah interrupted my thoughts, "Is something wrong with the food, Luna Rosaline?" she asked, noticing how I scrunched my face while trying to hold back my giggles.
"No, it's good," I replied, causing her to smile.
“This isn't great for me, just so you know,”
