The day after the kitchen fight, I woke up with a heavy headache and my eyes hurt so bad. My body also felt very weak and I did not want to leave my bed.
But in the evening, the head maid knocked on my door and she opened it without waiting.
“Mr. Blackwell is having dinner tonight,” she said.
Her face was calm, but her eyes were looking cold.
“You must dress well. Guests will be here soon.”
I nodded slowly and my chest felt heavy.
This dinner was not for me, it was for him… and for his people, the same people who did not want me here.
I changed into a simple dress and I stood in front of the mirror and I tried to fix my hair, but my hands were shaking.
Nothing I did made me feel ready.
When I got downstairs, the smell of roasted meat filled the air and the long dining table shone
