♪♪ Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, and I'm feeling good ♪♪
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [Feeling good] - [Nina Simone]
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Esmé smiled entering the dining room. The entire place was set up. Dishes filled the top of the long oval table as everyone except her and Petra had occupied a seat. The only seats left were the ones between Cisco and Kian and a chair between Cisco and Hudgens.
"Finally," Hudgens said immediately after they entered the room.
The moment he caught sight of her, Cisco stood up to pull out a chair for her before Kian could get a chance. Esmé scoffed, noticing the smug look Cisco threw at Kian before she took her seat.
"Did you really have to do that?" she asked.
"I have to let you know that there are better fishes in the sea in case this one messes up," Cisco replied with a sweet grin on his face.
Petra scoffed by the side, taking her seat on Cisco's previous chair. "It's funny how you claim one minute that you're the next big thing and then call yourself a fish the next minute," she said with a small smile like he had taken over his seat or jeopardised any plan he had to seat next to Esmé.
Sensing an incoming argument, Persephone interrupted before Cisco could reply to Petra. "There's still space to sit down, Cisco. Please sit down, dear, right next to your uncle over there."
Cisco groaned and slumped on the only available chair, ignoring the amused look on everyone's face whilst sending a glare his sister's way.
Persephone took the stage right after getting everyone to focus on the table filled with many delicacies, appeasing the eyes and nose.
"So what have you got for us, Persephone?" Louisa asked. "Because I can speak for everyone that our mouths are watering over here."
"Of course they are," Persephone murmured. She pointed to the large bowl on the table. "We have our first-course meal right here. It's the mystery dish. Taste it and tell me what it is. Everyone except you, Esmé."
Esmé chuckled at this. Though she hadn't been there for the preparation of the dish, she knew why Persephone made that comment.
Kian leaned close to her. "She doesn't want you dissecting her meal in front of everyone, eh?"
"Shut up."
Everyone took turns to serve themselves taking a bite of the soup, savouring and lavishing in the taste of the meal.
"My goodness, Persephone. You have a way to capture tiny bits of my heart every time. The space in my heart for you is so large, I can hardly accommodate anyone else," Ronnie said, taking another bite of his food.
Groans filled the air at Ronnie's flippant flirting and Persephone laughed.
"Do I have a space in your heart, Ronald, or is it my meals that occupy that space?"
"Aren't they the same?" he asked with a sheepish grin that has everyone laughing. "It's hard to know which, as I'm not too sure when the space started filling up."
"You're telling me it wasn't the first time we met after my son beat you up?"
Esmé spun to face Kian, whose head tilted downwards as he chuckled. "You beat him up?"
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Romance[Featured] Darkness might be crippling, but the absence of love in the light is devastating. A young woman wakes from a coma after five years with no memory of who she is. There's just one thing on her mind, find a home and if she can, get her memor...
