Lily's POV
I knew the moment Victoria stepped out of the kitchen that some sort of drama was coming. She looked like someone had drained all the color out of her in one sharp tug, pale, trembling, one hand pressed to her forehead like she’d just stepped out of a tragic play. I didn’t say anything, just quietly followed behind her, still steady from the adrenaline of finally standing my ground.
The dining room went silent as she paused dramatically in the doorway.
“Are you alright, dear?” Dante’s mother gasped, immediately rising from her seat.
Victoria gave the world’s softest, most pitiful sigh. “I. I don’t know. I suddenly feel faint and lightheaded. It must have been something I ate.” she said with a dramatic sigh. Of course she didn’t look toward me, not once. She clung to the rol
