Chapter Forty Five{Davinia}

It wrenches my heart in a tight grip. My grip on the fork tightens every fucking second. I loathe it, the crippling undisguised feeling of loneliness and deja vu with a collaboration with irony slipping down my veins,spreading throughout my body. I did not make a good decision coming to Moscow.

"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs Dimitri's sweet fruity voice breaks me out of the humiliating feeling of self pity and loath but still I manage to send a smile to her when I reply, "Everything is alright."

I feel the scorching heat of Rolan's gaze on me,burning my side profile where he stared. His family isn't at all what I stereotyped to be. It beats my motion of never to be suprise by the reality of life. I expected a sophisticated home with intricate and complicated designs and a long dining table made for royal families with each person sitting five feet apart from one another but instead I enter a comfy home that smells like holidays with the heat turned on to make the body warm and comforta