LISA ☆ ༘⋆

The clinking of silverware against plates echoed in the dining room, blending with the low hum of conversation. Her family was gathered around the table, laughter and light chatter filling the space. But between you and your girlfriend, the tension was thick and invisible that seemed to press in on both of you. Every glance she threw your way was sharp, filled with the unspoken anger that had been brewing since last night’s party.

You tried to push it aside, forcing a smile as her mother passed you a dish, but you could feel the weight of her coldness next to you. She hadn’t really spoken to you since this morning, when the argument from the party had reignited during breakfast, leading to a day of silent treatment and passive-aggressive remarks.

Her family, oblivious to the tension, continued their conversations around the table. You caught her father’s eye, and he smiled, asking about your work. You answered politely, trying to keep your tone steady, but you could feel your girlfriend stiffen beside you. She hadn’t looked at you all night.

As the conversation lulled for a moment, she finally spoke, her voice cutting through the air like ice. “So, are you going to tell them what happened at the party last night?” Her words were sharp, but her tone was almost deceptively sweet. She wasn’t asking because she wanted you to share a funny story this was a trap, and you both knew it.

The room went silent, her family looking between the two of you, sensing that something was off. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your mind racing. But she wasn’t having it. “Oh, You didn’t seem to care about embarrassing me last night when you spent the whole evening talking to her.”

The emphasis on "her" made your stomach drop. She was talking about a friend you’d met at the party, someone she clearly thought you’d been too friendly with.