~Alexander~

A smirk curved up at the corner of my lips as I watched her confused expression.

“What do you mean?” She asked, staring at the arrangement on the grass.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I asked, trying to sound as nice as possible.

“Come with me,” I ordered, not giving her a chance to express her opinions.

I pulled her to a carpet and made her sit.

“Eat,” I ordered again. She didn’t move a limb from where she sat, she only stared sheepishly at the food.

“I’m not hungry,” she whispered.

“Eat,” I said again.

Why am I forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to do?...