Disrespectful

I gave a small smile to Zavi before the door to the dining hall opened. I don't think I've ever been in this part of the mansion, it was the dining for the family and…I stopped thinking, I don't wanna feel uninvited, after all, I'm not the only one, Irene is just like me and she isn't even scared.

Don Lucien and her daughter were sitting, waiting as we walked in. Zavi's twin, whose name I didn't know, was sitting at the right hand of her father. She's always trying to look cool in those sunglasses and I wonder why she had to wear that to dinner.

His father had a smile on his face, a fake one. But I think it was part of him, for the time I've observed him, he'd always had a smile which you would mistake to be warm, but others see him so deadly, you'd better be careful around him.

Zavi was no different, he stared daggers at his father, his hand tightened around my waist as he led me carefully to the seat beside him, making himself and me far from the others.

He took the upper chair on