Hercules keeps my hand enveloped in his with no intention of letting it go, throughout the night. After walking around accepting each person’s praises of how beautiful I looked and their congratulations and well wishes, we finally sat down for dinner. Even though I was hungry, it was strange how fast I lost my appetite when I saw the smartly dressed waiters bring in dishes of meat and salad. I press a palm on my stomach to hold in the puke, and I turn towards Hercules, giving him my best ‘I feel sick’ look. But not surprisingly, he completely ignores me to talk to a young looking man about something I don’t even bother to pay attention to. When a plate piled with food is served in front of me, I immediately push it away and get a few confused looks from certain people around. I smile at th
