Dinner at the D'Amaris house was usually a loud thing with both father and daughter chatting about their day, servants moving and music playing softly in the background,
But tonight, the grand dining room was painfully quiet.
Her father had ordered her favourite dishes... soft lamb stew with herbs, cream soup, warm bread, and even the sweet red fruit drink she had loved since childhood. The long table was full, almost ridiculous for only two people.
Yet Seraphina barely touched anything.
She sat there, chin resting on her palm, eyes unfocused. Her spoon dipped into the soup once, then stayed floating there.
She wasn't thinking about dinner. She wasn't even thinking about her father even though he had hit her.
She was thinking about Rin. Everything about him replayed in her mind like a loop she couldn't stop.
She tapped her nails on the table, annoyed.
"How am I supposed to sit here and eat when Mirielle is living under the same roof as him?"
