Ellen's POV
Despite the array of food displayed before us, no one seemed to have any appetite. I raised my head to look at my Father who was waiting for a response to his question.
“All the musicians are pulling out.” I responded, my voice tinged with annoyance. “And I can't control what they do. No one wants to be associated with our family's persecution.”
But my father was unfazed, his disappointment morphing into anger as he laid bare his frustrations. “You had one job, one f*****g job Ellen!” He seethed, his voice dripping with contempt. “All you had to do was marry and STAY MARRIED to Ezekiel Reid but you couldn't do that right. You just went in and messed things up with your bratty attitude!”
“Dad!” I screamed in shock and hurt. “Can you stop talking to me like that?”
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