Chapter 115

SCARLETT

By the time Finn was done with dinner, I was almost falling asleep on the couch again. I pushed myself to my feet when he tapped my arm. 

He stood above me with a frown on his face and this had me wondering what must have happened while he was cooking.

He was probably this way because of the very uncomfortable conversation we had prior to me falling asleep. Well, I had said what was on my mind. If he had a problem with it, it was solely none of my business.

"Dinner is ready," He said before walking away. 

Shaking my head, I slid out of my seat, not wanting to bother myself about his very strange attitude. 

Dinner was served by the time I got to the kitchen. Chicken soup, basmati rice, and chicken sauce. I hadn't had it in a while but I knew how heavenly it tasted the last time I had it. Tiffany had prepared it on my birthday. It was one of her special meals. One she cooked for her family whenever they were over for any cele