Book 9: Chapter 13
I’d say this must be the dinner with the most pressure I’ve ever had.
I didn’t actually hold a banquet. It was just a small family dinner with the three of us, except that it wasn’t sat up as a dinner for a family of three, but rather two moms and one son.
My two moms didn’t get into a physical fight when they met as I expected them to. I thought the two of them would fight without a word upon meeting, but the two of them didn’t argue or fight. They, instead, acted as though they didn’t know each other… Well, not quite. Basically, they acted as though they couldn’t see each other.
Vyvyan and Elizabeth didn’t look at each other. They focused their eyes on me. My original plan with the banquet was to smooth out their relationship, but instead, it became extremely harmonious and quiet for some odd reason. They looked at me with a kind gaze and never looked at each other. Though the atmosphere felt very cosy, it actually scared the living daylights out of me.
“Umm… moms…”
I felt that I couldn’t let this continue. If this continued, they’d never speak to each other even by the time they were dead. Heck, they might start fighting as soon as I turned my head away.
“You only have one mom.”
“You only have one mom.”
The two of them looked at me and spoke out at the same time.