Chapter 18

Violet's POV

The tension was depressing and I almost couldn't swallow, not with the stares.

The stares that made me wish I was back in the basement and eaten molded bread.

"Why aren't you eating, dear?" Kane asked, drawing all eyes on me as if it wasn't already bad enough.

"I am." I closed my eyes and swallowed.

"Is the food not to your taste?" He asked and snapped his fingers at the maids in waiting. "Who made this food?"

"Throwing a tantrum over the food the maids spent hours ...