However, it was short-lived as he soon took notice of her presence and speedily switched back to the persona of a cold devil.
Ariana took a seat at the far end of the table, hoping to make her emotions clear.
He noticed.
“Is there a reason you’re acting like I carry a communicable disease by proximity?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
Ariana ignored him, gulping an entire glass of cold water and stabbing her plate of spaghetti. The maids at the corner took notice of her behavior but pretended not to see, lowering their heads with a blank expression as though they were not standing ten steps away from them.
“If you’ve got something to say, say it. You don’t have to murder the spaghetti a second time.”
Her jaw ticked and her fork clinked against her plate. “I do have somethin
