Felicity's pov

Dinner.

What's meant to be a good time to dine and laugh with family had been turned into a punishment for me.

I had endured the strained pleasantries earlier, Theron’s smug smile as his family sniffed at me like hounds. That was just the beginning. Now we were all forced into one room, one table, one performance.

The great dining hall glittered under the chandeliers, the long polished table was filled with platters of roasted meats, fresh breads, fruits glistening with ...