“But it’s not her fault,” I interjected before the situation could spiral completely out of control. “I was the one persuading her about it. I apologize. I’m simply not very familiar with northern fashion.”
The excuse sounded weak even to my own ears, but it was the only explanation I could offer. Ever since my arrival, subtle remarks about my appearance and the way I dressed had made it painfully obvious that I did not meet the standards expected within this manor. Gina’s mother stared at me with visible disdain as she slowly stepped around the counter, positioning herself directly in front of me.
Then, without warning, she pulled a knife from the holder nearby and pointed it straight at me.
My breath caught instantly.
The sharp tip hovered dangerously close to my right eye, causing m
