Victoria nods, a proud and happy smile adorning her face.
“C’mon Freya, have a seat. It would be a shame to let such good cooking go to waste.”
I stand there feeling paralyzed. Is he really so clueless or is he hurting me like this on purpose? If I refuse to join them, it'll look like I'm starting trouble but—
“Oh, she should sit here,” Victoria's voice breaks my thoughts as she hurriedly stands up from my designated seat, as if it had hot coal on it, stepping aside and pulling back the chair for me.
Eli’s eyes meet mine again, questioning why I am still on my feet.
I fight back the indignance gnawing at my insides at her theatrical display of deference to me in front of Eli when this is all clearly thought out but I force my feet forward and sit down while she goes over and sits besi
