My face is unhappily set as I walk by Leah's side into the dining room. I keep my arms down by my sides and fidget with the cotton material on my dress. I hate this dress. But I don't have anything else presentable.
We part ways, Leah takes her usual seat between Paul and Andre, I assume and I walk towards mine without once looking up, that is until the scent enveloping my senses wakes my curiosity up. I look to my side without thinking and awkwardly lock eyes with Hunter's. This guy is everywhere. He averts his gaze and I do the same.
"Ciao, piccola, come stai?" My supposed father asks in Italian and luckily he asked the only things I would understand. "Good." I speak dryly. This steak in front of me looks really good. I bet it would taste better with ketchup. Everything tastes better w
