Chapter Thirty Three

Um...I'm..."

"She's your brother's bride," Portia announced dully and waved a hand in my direction. I saw Sergio's handsome face screw up in a frown.

"Where did he get her from?"

"My thought exactly," Camelia chirped in. "I'm thinking that maybe there was a favor somewhere."

"Excuse me," I said more loudly this time. "Didn't any of you know about this?" I asked as I glanced at them all.

"Now, first of all, you have no right to speak unless spoken to," Portia said. "Do you understand? Here, we have rules. We do not live life on reckless impulse as you do back in the U.S. and A."

"What do you—"

"And we do not talk back," she cut me off with a cold stare, resting her chin on her linked manicured fingers which glittered from the number of rings on them.

It was pointless saying anything. The food hadn't even arrived, and I was already uncomfortable. I nodded, but then my eyes caught Sergio's, and he was still staring at me... like he was sizing me up or something.

"So, tell us your name. F