EPISODE HUNDRED AND TWO-CONFESSION

Karyna’s POV

After Julian left, I flushed down all the food he brought earlier that we couldn't eat, to delete evidence of him being here. I couldn't let the maids see such and then report to my parents.

Currently, I was downstairs, having breakfast. I shoved a French Toast in my mouth, ravaging it in an instant. I was already spoonful deep into my custard, with blueberry toppings on it, but I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of being right about my hunger strike.

Speaking of which, the two adults sat right across me, with their bowl of oatmeal and a plate of omelet, sitting there, nearly untouched, as they pretended to eat while shooting occasional glances at me.

I could feel the palpable tension in the air, so thick that you could cut it with a knife. It made me want to roll my eyes in annoyance. They were so goddamn infuriating.

I knew that they were dying to talk to me, but they didn’t know how to approach it.

As soon as I thought that, my father cleared his throat, sli