Chapter 63

I held my breath as she picked up the fork, she didn't move. Her eyes were still fixed on the plate I'd served,

"What-" She paused, dark blue eyes lifting to meet my anxious gaze, "What is this?"

I chuckled, hiding my twisting fingers underneath the table between us, "It's a flower jelly."

An immaculately shaped brow raised at the mention of that and I swallowed before continuing,

"It's a recipe I learnt from my mother's cookbook when I was sixteen." I gestured towards the small dome of jelly, "It's not the most healthy choice of food but this means a lot to me."

She seemed intrigued, I could tell by the slight sparkle in her eyes. When she looked back down at the plate, my fingers unconsciously clenched together,

She cut out the jelly in half and then took out a small portion with her fork. Anticipation brewed in my gut as she raised the utensil to her mouth and then swallowed,

My heart pounded softly as her eyes flutter shut, "Tell me, Dahlia. Why did you make this?" Her eyes we