AMELIA

“Look who’s finally decided to join us,” Roman's mother spat, sounding more displeased by the idea despite the fact that she was the person who called for the meeting.

I stayed silent, making my way towards the table and then observing the seating arrangements, it bothered me.

“Here I was thinking you would reject the invite and insult me again,” She added snidely, she was smiling yet her tone spoke otherwise.

“Victoria,” Roman’s father, Yaakov called out, like a reprimand. That got her silent, and everyone’s eyes were already on me, eager to hear my response and watch me make a fool out of myself.

I bit my tongue and took the seat between Roman and Greece, I preferred sitting close to him than the only available seat that was right between Bertha and my father, no doubt saved for me.

Greece met my eyes for a few seconds and mouthed the word ‘hi' before looking away like she feared being caught.

An awkward silence settled when I didn’t say a word in regards to Victoria’s o