Callan’s POV
Dinner is unbearable, I’m sitting across Elizabeth who waits beside the table until I pull out her chair for her, tucking it back underneath as she takes her seat beside her father.
‘Thank you so much Callan’ she says shyly, giving me a tiny smile before looking back down at her plate, blushing gently.
Who the f.uck is this woman? And how the hell does she turn that innocent little girl act on and off so easily.
I move around the table to the other side, and slump down heavily into my own chair. My father is obviously at the head of the table, like the king he presumes he is, Mr Farage and Elizabeth to his right, my mother and then me to his left.
The staff enter silently, placing the starter in front of each of us, everyone picking up their forks and digging into the che
