CHAPTER NINETEEN

Lana.

The sound of cutlery clinking over out plates is the only thing that can be heard in the vast dining room. I keep my head firmly faced down as I shove the food in my plate. I have no appetite. I honestly don't even know if anyone in my shoes would be able to put food in my mouth but clearly Dominic has no issue with this at all.

In fact he's seated at the head of the table happily matching whatever food Theresa just served him, and even the older woman looks happier than usual. What's got them all so happy anyway? "Miss. Sullivan, do you not like the food I prepared? I can always make something else for you." Theresa jolts me out of my pitiful thoughts.