~Elsie's POV
The smell of the food should have made me feel hungry, yet all I could think about was how strange it felt to sit peacefully after everything that had happened in my life recently.
Still, I tried. I really tried.
The dining room was quiet except for the faint sound of plates and cutlery touching softly against the table. The large windows beside us were open slightly, allowing the morning breeze to drift into the room, and the curtains moved gently every few seconds.
"Eat a little more," he said quietly after noticing I had barely touched the food again.
I sighed softly and forced another spoon into my mouth. "I am eating."
I rubbed my stomach absentmindedly beneath the table. Salvatore noticed, of course.
His eyes softened immediately. "How are you feeling now?" he asked.
