Cora POV.

"We should go and have a nice dinner?" Alex's father muttered, and Mr Gonzalo nodded; his face looked as usual, cold.

We moved calmly to the dining room; this was the VVIP room for real; a part of me felt like I didn't belong there. "You may have your seat." Alex moved; his voice came above a whisper as he cast me a disgusting look, the annoying glare that I chose to ignore. I settled down and sat down beside Mr Gonzalo. I was fuming in anger, truth be told, as I sealed my eyes closed.

My mouth watered when the delicious scent clung to my nostrils, and...