(Enzo's Point Of View)
I stepped into the dining hall, everyone was there at the table and their heads reeled over me and then, Miranda was rolling her eyes and scoffing.
I ignored her and went to the empty seat beside Father.
"I thought you weren't going to come down for dinner again," She began, holding malice in her tone. "Your father has been pampering you since I was gone, hasn't he Enzo, you are beginning to lose your manners, especially on the table,"
I called her Miranda because she had never been a mother to me. And she had never hidden her dislike for me every time she gets the chance.
"I'm sorry, Miranda,"
She scoffed. "I raised you and this is what I get, you call me by my name!" She slammed her fist on the table. "You are so ungrateful,"
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