637 Make Things Clear

  Mika eyes darted around the table as her friends laughed and danced, while wishing they had some wine in their cups.

She watched as the Clan Leaders hugged their wives, joked with their sons and danced with their daughters. 

She took a peek at her own mother and father, to see their hand clasped together underneath the table.

Feeling her parents have the right idea, Mika moved her hand towards Ailwin. Unfortunately for him, her hand wasn't aiming for his palm.

Jumping up in surprise, he ended up spilling juice on himself from the sudden touch on his  privates. Snapping his head towards his wicked little imp and he gave her small hand a tiny pinch before slapping it away.

"Mikaela…."

"What? I was trying to grab your hand…" She pick up her cup and took a sip of juice ignoring his glare.

  "Really?" Ailwin grabbed a napkin off of the table to wipe the spilled juice from his pants.

"En....Want some help?" She reached out.