Genevieve:
"Wait, where are you going?" Dad held my hand tightly this time when he noticed I was getting out of my seat.
I looked around and saw everybody staring at me. The smirk on Kit's lips made me even more frustrated. Why was this family once again invited over for every meal as if their daughter hadn't ruined my wedding?
"I would like to eat with my husband," I whispered, gently freeing my hand from my father's grasp and grabbing my plate, which I had filled to the top with everything I could get my hands on. For some reason, I couldn't help but wonder if my father even let Wolvin have proper food.
"There's no need for it. Don't you think it will be terrible for anyone to see a princess sitting outside on the ground and eating like a stray dog?" My father's words only confirmed
