Hannah paid her threat no mind and returned to her room to continue unpacking.
That evening, as dusk settled, Samuel came upstairs to call Hannah down for dinner.
When they reached the dining room, her Grandpa and Grandma, Samuel’s parents, Peter, Cherry, and several other senior members of the Temple family were already seated.
Cherry, with her dog on her lap, sniffed loudly.
“We had to send a special invitation just to get you to the table,” she remarked sarcastically. “You certainly have a high opinion of yourself, Hannah.”
“Did you send a special invitation?” Hannah asked, turning to Samuel with a look of feigned confusion.
“No, of course not.”
“Then why would she say that?” Hannah pressed, her voice laced with innocence.
Samuel shot his cousin a glare. “Cherry, is there something wrong with you? Are you stalking me now? I went upstairs and called her down once. There was no ‘special invitation.’ Are you just trying to stir up trouble for no reason?”
Cherry paused, stunned that her own cousin would side with an outsider. She slammed her palm on the table.
“How dare you speak to me like that! All the elders were waiting for her. It was her duty to come down early, not keep us waiting. I was right, wasn’t I?” she snapped, her eyes wide with indignation.
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