Calla POV
We finally reached the dinning room. I felt so uncomfortable. Marcus didn’t let go of me until I was sitting down. He had me sitting right next to him. My parents haven’t said a word since we left. The air felt thick and uncomfortable. We all sat there in silence as the food was served. The silence just continued. All that was heard was the sound of the utensils hitting the plates. Apart from that my father kept on glaring at Marcus. It was getting intense. I could feel the anger bubbling up in Marcus just from sitting next to him. It’s like the anger s radiating of him, not to even mention how hard he is holding onto his fork. If this continues the fork might be ruined forever.
”You don’t have to like me. It’s clear as day that you despise me, but you will respect me as y
