Chapter 18
Violet's POV
The tension was depressing and I almost couldn't swallow, not with the stares.
The stares that made me wish I was back in the basement and eaten molded bread.
"Why aren't you eating, dear?" Kane asked, drawing all eyes on me as if it wasn't already bad enough.
"I am." I closed my eyes and swallowed.
"Is the food not to your taste?" He asked and snapped his fingers at the maids in waiting. "Who made this food?"
"Throwing a tantrum over the food the maids spent hours making goes on to show how terribly your mother raised you."
"Mother!" Kane called out his mother's snide remarks.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you didn't have one growing up. I heard you killed her during birth. Your ingratitude has been radiating off you even before birth!" She continued. I lowered
