Visiting Mr. Thorne III

"Victoria, stop picking at your food! You know my grandmother hates that!" Cedric whisper-yelled, pretending to remove something from Victoria's hair while the table buzzed with discussions about Athena and her children.

Victoria mentally cursed him, feeling a surge of annoyance as she stabbed the meat on her plate with her fork and shoved it angrily into her mouth.

She was tired of catering to the whims of that old, stupid woman, and she was fed up with Athena being thrown in her face at every opportunity. Why hadn't the old man given them a heads-up or something?

Now, here she was in her simple gown, while Athena sported a dazzling collection from Areso!

Victoria turned her fork against the vegetables on her plate, as if they had personally offended her, shoving them into her mouth with an ungraceful huff.