Amanda’s POV.
“Why am I not surprised that he sent you to dress me up?” I muttered with an eyeroll. Ivy barely spared me a glance and just walked into my closet to pull out the clothes I’m expected to wear for breakfast in thirty minutes.
I had rebelled against doing this for as long as I could. But the thought of food outweighed my stubbornness and soon enough, I just learned to accept what I was being subjected to. Besides, it beat being trapped in my room with Damon all over again.
I glanced at the hybrid standing stiffly in the corner of my room, he only left while I showered and got dressed, but even then he was practically pressed up against the door to my room. I hated it, I hated him… I hated the fact that I had to look at his face every f*****g day, but attempting to kick him o
