Naomi
No one said a word as we ate. I tried not to take any notice on how quickly my parents had eaten their appetizers. I tried not to let any weakness show as they sipped their wine while they waited for me to finish eating. I wasn’t even sure if they had enjoyed it since it was gone so quickly. When last had they eaten? I didn’t want to feel sorry for them, we hadn’t even touched the subject of marrying me off to secure their blackmail. It was horrible, and I didn’t actually want to discuss it. However, as I set my plate aside, Toby hurried over to remove our plates.
“Care to order the mains?” he asked.
“Not yet,” I answered. He nodded as he hurried off, leaving us alone once again. “Let’s talk about the fact that you married me off,” I then said as I made eye contact with my father
