Lizzie's POV
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The way I chew my food slowly is the same as everything around me. Elizalde is beside me, talking to my father.
They get along very well. Not new to me.
Snow? Of course. She's sitting across the table and dressed seductively. I know what she's trying to do—she's going to seduce my husband. She hasn't changed at all.
Go on and seduce him if you can. Who cares!
"Elizalde, my son, try this while it's still warm." Stepmom's sweet voice. She gives Elizalde his share of apple crumble with ice cream on top.
"Thank you." He politely answered, looking into my bowl and me.
I twisted my lips slightly when our eyes met, and he smirked.
"I can't wait for the wedding. When is the wedding?" Snow raised an eyebrow as she asked. Her eyes were fixed on Elizalde.
I bet she purposely
