#Chapter 30 – Family Dinner

“Hooooly crap,” Christian murmurs, staring around the main room of the penthouse as he slowly closes the door behind him. In the kitchen I press my hands together, thrilled with the changes and hoping, desperately, that he likes it too. “I hate it,” Nico says, standing stubbornly in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed. “Make her get rid of it all.” “Oh, shut up, Nick,” Frankie says, spreading cheese onto another cracker and shoving it into his mouth, “it’s amazing in here now, you’re just being a brat.” I grin, looking around the room, agreeing with Frankie because…well, because I agree. The apartment is so much more homey now. There are throw blankets and pillows that actually match, and more cohesive art for the walls, and – most important – a little dining room table that is completely set with a matching set of china for dinner. “Are you hungry?” I ask Christian as he slowly walks towards me. “Please tell me you’re hungry.” “Iris,” he murmurs, smiling slightly