Venti's Original Form Novels & Stories

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

She was just being polite. How could the food from the Vale family be considered ordinary, especially since today was Mrs. Kimberly's memorial day? All the ingredients used were of the highest quality. To Damien, however, these ingredients were nothing more than everyday fare, plain and simple. Katrina had no idea that Damien couldn't catch the underlying meaning in people's words. She was merely making small talk to start a pleasant conversation. But she didn't expect Damien to kill the conversation with just one sentence.