Felicity's pov

My hands still trembled when the door slammed behind me, the insults from the dinning room still trailing behind me. For a long moment I just leaned against it, forehead pressed to the dorr, listening to the distant murmur of voices and the cutlery clink that had been laughter a few minutes ago.

All I felt was rage.

They had made me the jest of the entire room. Theron at the head of it all, smiling like this was the best day of his life while his family insulted me like they ...