Carolyn’s Point of View
A strawberry shake. The same kind of shake that has exploded all over me in my encounter this morning with Nicholas and Thomas. My head couldn’t stop spinning as I began preparing the drinks, Damian had to be messing with me right now. Making that exact order? It couldn’t just be a coincidence. But when I’d stepped up to that table today, it felt as if Damian could hardly look at me. His mother had asked who I was and he answered her abruptly, as if wanting to cut the conversation short. Not that I could blame him, compared to the social status of his family, I was nobody important.
The thing that had been missing from the conversation though was that playful glint in his eyes, telling me that this was some sort of game or joke. Even Thomas and Nicholas had had i
