I sat at the dinner table, surrounded by the savory aroma of various dishes meticulously arranged by my mom. Mr. Jaxon Harrington, my stepfather, always insisted on these morning feasts, and my mom always prepared them.We sat together, everyone looking joyful and happy. At least, that's what we all thought.Maxwell, my stepbrother, occupied the seat opposite mine. His presence was all that kept me sitting on the dining table, and I couldn't help but notice him.Our legs danced beneath the table; his toes were kind of ticklish even as he used them to caress my legs. Avoiding eye contact became increasingly difficult, even as we giggled silently and smiled at each other.“The food is really nice," Mr. Jaxon said, even as he looked at my mom with a big smile on his face."Thanks, baby," my mom said, even as she blew him a kiss.“Love birds," I said under my breath, thinking no one heard me.“I heard that,” my mom said, even as Mr. Jaxon laughed.Suddenly, Mr. Jaxon asked. "So, Elara,
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