Elena POV
“I think she’s trying to speak French.” Another muttered, turning to his companion. “Angelo, you’re French aren’t you? Can you understand what she’s saying?”
Angelo, a pale man with spiky hair that seemed like it could poke out eyes, looked at me as if he had a bitter taste in his mouth. “What she’s saying isn’t French. Even our dogs speak better French.”
The whole room laughed, they laughed at me as I stood there, suddenly feeling too small in my beautiful blue dress.
It was a mistake to come here. I should have known. No one would be that nice to me for no reason. I’ve seen it multiple times, it’s happened to me several times and yet I keep falling for it.
Stupid, stupid Elena. When will you learn?
I must have stood there for an eternity before someone finally spoke abo
