Belle's POV
The moment Talia sat down at the table, the air became heavy. It was obvious, the elephant in the room. It wasn't just me who felt it. My parents had gone quieter, Jasper's hand never left mine, and even Ethan and Marcus men who barely knew her looked uneasy, as if they'd walked into a room with a ticking bomb.
I tried to force myself to eat, but every bite turned to dust in my mouth. I smiled when I needed to, nodded at small conversations, but all the while, I could feel Talia's eyes on me. Watching. Waiting.