CHAPTER 62
ORION
Anger roiled in my veins. The rage was pounding against my skin from inside of me, and my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too hard.
The dinner had started surprisingly well.
Mr. Hall, Edwina's father, was genuinely happy about the engagement. It was evident in his words, on his face, how elated he was to see me and his daughter together.
His happiness was contagious, and my face had been in a constant state of grinning joyfully.
But Edwina had been determined to ruin it from the start. Her face was set in a grimace she was trying so hard to hide, but found it impossible.
She looked distinctly uncomfortable, miserable, even, like she would rather be anywhere else than be at that dinner table.
I had been worried that her Father would take note of her expression and ask her what was wrong. But luckily for me, he was too blind to his own daughter's misery, and that worked just fine for me.