Genevieve's POV

　　"And who are you?"

　　That question was directed at me by the dark haired young woman that just entered the dining room.

　　All eyes immediately fell on me, probably waiting for my answer. I wanted to sink into my chair and disappear. I didn't like being the center of attention, especially this particular one, they're all intimidating.

　　"Are you dumb?" She asked to fixing me with her glare.

　　"I...umm..." I cursed ...