Ray's brows creased when Arya spilled milk on the table, he noticed her hands were shaking.. "Are you alright?" Ray mumbled in worry.. Arya avoided staring at him because next to him sat his father, she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes after last night.. She could feel his piercing stare on her and panicked even more, she failed to understand why she was reacting this way.. Charlotte emerged from the kitchen all smiles putting on a sky blue apron which had a few red stains on it.. Arya snorted, a cook indeed! she remembered how her mum loved to cook, she made tasty dishes that leaves people wanting more.. She was proud to have inherited that from their, cooking meals was life itself, unlike Charlotte who took their mum's other hobby.. She failed to understand why Charlotte had to part ways with them.. "Snap out of it dummy! get me a neat glass!" Charlotte barked furiously at Arya, a part in her heart told her that she was the one to be held responsible f
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