Amara’s pov
They had seen him and admired him when he carried me into the hall and placed me gently on the cushions because my feet ached and while I enjoyed being doted on by him, they watched me, watched him or you could say ogle him and no doubt called him daddy in their minds, I was offended.
"Uh?" I stuffed another piece of bread in my mouth and the lady rolled her eyes, her fingers toying with the piece on her neck.
"He's so....he's a pretty boy and you are-"
"Plain." I completed it for her, the bread going sour in my mouth, "Plain." I repeated as if to remind myself that I was never the type of woman Orian wanted to end up with. I didn't look like a siren with a curvaceous body.
"Yes, " she smiled, Her blood red painted lips stretched revealing perfect white teeth, "I had a wo
