(ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW)
I knew this was a bad idea the moment I followed Enzo into the dining area for dinner.
From what I was told, none of the family members were around and when Enzo and I arrived, there was no one there. As much as it felt uncomfortable having dinner at the family dining table, Enzo didn't seem to care and it didn't look like he was ready to return to his room and I was struck with him.
It was all good and I didn't have trouble swallowing down my food till Mrs Miranda sauntered into the space.
She paused for a second as her gaze landed on me. I nearly stood up to acknowledge her but Enzo's hand landed on my thigh.
"I didn't realize we allowed w****s on the dining table now." Her eyes glared as she took a seat on the opposite side of the table, keep
