“I liked your pastitsio better,” Ares said as he gave me a smirk from across the table. All I could do was chuckle softly and try to muster a smile because deep down, I was suffering. I don’t really know how much time had passed since we went inside the ridiculously large mansion and sat down at the dining table after having a few drinks because all I could think about was walking with my back straight and not tripping on my heels. Luckily, during that time, Ares and his grandfather only talked about business things while Artemis stayed next to me, keeping me sane throughout. I wished it would stay that way, that his grandfather wouldn’t speak directly to me, but I knew that was all just wishful thinking because before I could take another bite of the food, a spotlight had been cast