42 | HENRY

I sat anxiously in the dining room as Darren stared at me. It was time for dinner and Andre and I joined them on the table. I never even considered having dinner with Andre's family and it was nerve wrecking.

Everybody seemed relaxed as the began to fill their plates then there was Darren, who kept his eyes on me while making no attempt to get any food.

Seeing that, like me, he was the only one who didn't know who I was. Everyone behaved familiar with me and he might have been feeling as left out as I did when Andre first joined us.

I waved at him and he dropped his gaze to his plate, making me feel even more awkward.

"Does your brother hate me?" I whispered to Andre and he laughed.

"No. He's just curious."

"I see." I looked at my plate and saw that he had put food on it. "Thanks."

"No problem. You're okay with carrots, right?"

"I love them," I mumbled as I got a piece and put it in my mouth.

He chuckled. "