Chapter Seven(23)

Lydia didn’t find anything in her hood, and her scowl grew deeper. Speaking of which, why hadn’t she stopped believing in Alberto’s jokes yet? 
Cecy pinned the knife under her left palm, and tried to divert Alberto’s reaching hands with the other, pushing her own plate off the table by chance in the process, which didn’t shatter on the ground since it vanished too in midair. ‘That’s my breakfast, dummy!’ She shouted as the last bits of her half-finished breakfast disappeared.