Ally’s POV
During lunch, I waited patiently for Dominic to let me know whether or not I was allowed to go.
That sentence… It sounded horrible in my head. ‘Allowed to go’. I should be allowed to go wherever I wanted whenever I wanted. But in this case, I wasn’t. I sat there, eating my food in peace and quiet, when Dominic suddenly looked up at me, clearing his throat.
“How are you liking the food?” he casually asked.
“It is really good,” I smiled. “I like it a lot,” I said as I took another bite. He had had the maid ask me what I wanted for lunch, so I chose salmon salad.
So far, this salat was the highlight of my day.
“Good, good,” he mumbled.
I waited and waited. But nothing came. I gave him a small smile as I continued to eat.
“You need to choose the food arrangements for
