"Amelia. Sit down," Lorenzo barked out again.
I collapsed back into my chair, my eyes downcast. The room was covered in a blanket of silence and it was suffocating. The food was supposed to taste delicious, but this nervousness inside of me was playing havoc with my taste buds, and everything I ate tasted like cardboard.
Was this meant to be a regular occurrence, this dining together thing? I understood when people liked each other, they ate together, but Lorenzo hated me, so something just didn't add up. Unless he knew I would be apologizing in advance. He knew I was at fault, so he was waiting for me to speak up first.
It was now or never. I summoned all my courage and was about to speak when he beat me to it.
"There are rules in this place, Amelia. And one of those rules is that you are not to go to that place again."
I just looked at my food. I didn't want to look at him.
"Did you hear what I just said, Amelia?"
To hell with the apology. He didn't deserve it.
