James shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets as he leaned backwards against the island. "You're probably hungry," he replied nonchalantly. "If you don't mind, I'll go fetch you something whilst you're busy."
She nodded curtly.
Fifteen minutes later, a tray laden with food was placed in front of Violetta along with a steaming mug of coffee and a plate piled high with toast and jam.
"Thank you." she murmured.
James took a seat opposite her and reached for a slice of toast while staring at her suspiciously. "So, are you going to tell me why you seem pissed at me?" he asked calmly, leaning forward slightly.
Her face hardened instantly. "Don't push me," she warned.
He smirked in response. "I wasn't."
Violetta narrowed her eyes menacingly. "Fine," she huffed. "You want answers? Here t
