Ok, now there was absolutely no way we were all going to forget about Glimora. That poor fluffball had been practically vibrating with anticipation the second Cyrus started to rise from his seat. Her whole body language screamed, Yes! Yes! My moment has come!
But the instant Cyrus sat back down, it was like watching a dream shatter in slow motion. The excitement drained from her posture, replaced by visible confusion. Her big, watery blue eyes blinked up at Isabella, and there was no mistaking it—pure betrayal.
And Isabella… oh, Isabella knew exactly what was happening. She could feel Glimora's gaze drilling into her side, silently accusing her of some great crime. Still, she chose to keep eating, casually pretending nothing was wrong, her spoon moving with slow, deliberate disinterest.
