"Priscilla." The Count spoke, I brought my head up to see four sets of eyes looking at me.
The Countess eyes wide, looking completely perplexed at me. I then looked at the second oldest sibling in the family, Cedric, who was also seated at the dining room table. Instead of red hair like the oldest Victor and I had, he was blond like the Countess. He looked at me with open disgust.
Then there was the guest and presumably the reason why I was allowed out of my room.
The Prince Leanders, he was seated to the left of the Count, his face just looking on, his lips downturned. But he didn't say anything either.
The Count's face was the last one I got to, he looked down right livid, glaring at me in disapproval. I rolled my eyes, what now?
Looking around me, then at the fork in my hand. Oh… noting how everyone had a knife and fork to cut their steak. I guess…