Goodbye Lunch

As we stepped into the hall, I was struck by an eerie sense of anticipation. The room was already buzzing with guests, and the tables were set with an air of expectation. But what really caught my attention was the fact that everyone was already seated, their eyes fixed on the entrance as if waiting for something or someone to begin. I glanced at the clock on the wall, my mind racing with questions. Wasn't lunch supposed to start at 12? Had the schedule changed without my knowledge? I turned to Amelia, my eyes searching for answers, but she seemed just as confused as I was. A flicker of unease danced in my chest as I scanned the room, wondering who could have orchestrated this without informing us. It seemed unlikely that the change would have slipped Amelia's notice, which meant someone had deliberately kept us in the dark. My gaze swept across the room, noting the sea of familiar faces everyone except one person I'd been trying to avoid. Amelia and I exchanged a brief glance befor