Coco immediately sensed a shift in the atmosphere as her words hung heavy in the air.
The room seemed to grow quieter than earlier, save for the sound of her wooden utensils clicking against her plate and the gasp that Zaque let out.
She could feel the tension rising, like a storm gathering on the horizon.
The mediators shuffled uncomfortably, averting their gazes from hers as the weight of the moment settled upon them, making her realize that her words had struck a nerve.
Why would it strike a nerve though? Shouldn't they be happy that I'm going away to earn more money? Coco thought, raising an eyebrow as she shoved a spoonful of rice inside her mouth.
She shifted on her seat as the atmosphere in the room grew more and more tense, and she could feel all eyes on her— she knew that her statement had not been well received, but she's confused.
Why would it make them uncomfortable? The question lingered in her mind and once again, no one dared to break the silence.
