Chapter 507- Vulnerable Side Of George Donovan
Poor Abigail didn’t know what had gotten into Ariel. Tonight was nothing special, still, she arranged the dinner on the lawn with all those fairy lights and stunning decorations.
Not only that but she also invited George without informing anyone. Nobody seemed to mind it except Abi because he was already part of the Sinclair family.
The servers placed the roasted lamb in the center of the table while salads and rice were arranged around it.
"Today I asked our chef to cook authentic Kabuli pulao. George had it when he went to Afghanistan a long time back," Ariel was telling this to Angela who was popping raisins into her mouth.
Abigail looked down at her maroon-colored prairie dress that now looked plain and dull. Ariel looked beautiful in a white dress and was shining while whispering something in George’s ear.
He threw back his head and laughed hard. He even held Ariel by her waist and then whispered back, his mouth close to her face.
Abigail wished she could erase them both from existence. How could they laugh together and enjoy themselves when she was a mess here?
The good thing was, she was not the only one uncomfortable with it.
Alex sitting beside her, cleared his throat loudly, "Uh. Can we eat or are we supposed to watch this...whatever this is..." he muttered, stabbing his fork into his salad with a slight grimace.
Rafael who had just taken his seat, exchanged a confused glance with Marissa, "Is there something we’re missing?" He asked, looking between Ariel and George.
When Ariel didn’t give them any response and kept smiling to herself, Marissa furrowed her brows, still holding the serving spoon, "Ariel, sweetheart. When did George become your dinner date?"