~CECILIA’S POV~
I’m almost done with breakfast and ready to leave. Now I only need to grab my lunchbox which is being prepared by Martha.
“Listen,” Dorian calls out to me. “Move your head towards me.”
I do as I am told only to find him staring into my eyes with a tissue in his hand. Slowly, he gets closer to me. With the tissue, he wipes the corner of my mouth.
“It’s better now. You’ve already got an unattractive face. You don’t want to go around the campus with food sticking to your mouth, do you?” His concern is as sardonic as ever.
Having enough of both food and his insults, I hurry out of the mansion, yelling, “You didn’t have to clean my face for me. I’m not going to have friends either way, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Try not to look like an i***t in front of your friend,” Dor
