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Sandy’s POV

The four of us sat around a small round table at the small restaurant Trent had told me about. They served a fairly good food, suitable for their rich lifestyle. Ever since we arrived, I had lost my appetite and only put a few spoons of food into my mouth while Ida chatted away with Trent and Anthony about work. It was almost as if I was at a business luncheon with my boss, sitting quietly like the obedient assistant that I was. Anthony only gave me a few glances and that was only when we ordered and when the food came. Ida was all up in his face, getting his attention and making him respond to her. I wanted to believe that she was so invested in him that he barely had time for me. I knew Anthony well enough but these past few hours have been quite confusing for me.

“Sandy?”

At the sound of Trent’s voice, I raised my bowed head and made eye contact with him. He smiled and looked at my plate before looking back at me.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

The table became quiet and I di