Alora's POV
My heart skipped a beat. "What? What do you mean by that?"
Dante flipped through his book and then picked up his laptop, tapping away at it as if I wasn’t standing there, asking him something.
"Just eat, Alora. You like making a big deal out of everything. We need to sleep because it’s night. So eat and get some sleep."
I breathed in relief. "Oh, thank God. I actually thought you meant what you said."
He looked at me, his face cold. "Don’t worry, Alora. I don’t think I would ever go for someone like you. You're not very..."
His eyes scanned over my figure before he turned away, as if he had just seen the most painful piece of art in a museum. His words sliced through my heart. Ouch. Why did I feel bad if he insulted me? I hated him, and he hated me. So why did I expect at
