Amelia
I look up at Damien, hoping he'll correct her. He doesn't, but only because she's already walking away. "She's old," he says, placing his hand on the small of my back. It sends chills up my spine. "She hasn't seen me in a long time. She's just a little confused."
"I figured."
On our way to the dining hall, we come across Ferdinand Cooper. I'm surprised to see him here. He's wearing a navy tuxedo and his hair is slicked back. He's accompanied by a man I don't recognize. He's much younger than him, maybe a few years older than me. I don't like the way his eyes roamed over my body. I hope Damien didn't notice.
Ferdinand shakes Damien's hand, but there's a hardness in his eyes that I haven't noticed before. I sense it immediately, and so does Damien. "Is there something wrong?"
