Chapter 39. Chaotic

Keira’s POV

When dinner was finally about to begin, my stomach was growling with hunger and I was sick and tired of the long-ass prayer. Brendon’s dad had been at it for minutes and I zoned out minutes ago. I peeked open one eye to glance at Natasha who was sitting opposite me at the table. The guy she spoke with earlier sat beside her and he seemed older when I got a clear view of him now.

Natasha and older men? That was new.

After the painfully prolonged prayer, I heard a chorus of ‘amen’ and I murmured out one too like I had been paying attention.

Noise filled the room again. Children crying anytime their parents attempted to wipe off crumbs from their mouths. Brendon’s baby cousin refused to get off his lap, and another one did not want to get out from underneath the table.

If I had been their mothers, I certainly would have been a little mortified at their behaviour. But I was just an innocent bystander and could find a little humour in the whole r