Chapter 22

“Look who’s finally decided to join us,” Roman's mother spat, sounding more displeased by the idea despite the fact that she was the person who called for the meeting.

I stayed silent, making my way towards the table and then observing the seating arrangements, it bothered me.

“Here I was thinking you would reject the invite and insult me again,” She added snidely, she was smiling yet her tone spoke otherwise.

“Victoria,” Roman’s father, Yaakov called out, like a reprimand. That got her silent, and everyone’s eyes were already on me, eager to hear my response and watch me make a fool out of myself.

I bit my tongue and took the seat between Roman and Greece, I preferred sitting close to him than the only available seat that was right between Bertha and my father, no doubt saved for me.

Greece met my eyes for a few seconds and mouthed the word ‘hi' before looking away like she feared being caught.

An awkward silence settled when I didn’t say a word in regards to Victori