The fork and knife that I was holding in my hand slipped through my fingers and fell on the plate with a loud clank.
I stared at Dimitri's father, my eyes were wide and my lips were parted. I didn't know what to do. It felt like my brain couldn't function properly now. The way he was glaring at me left me speechless, I was too timid to even say anything.
He hated me and he made sure I knew that.
From the corners of my eyes, I saw Dimitri springing onto his feet angrily, ready to defend me from his own father but before he could bark anything out of anger, Mrs. Rossi snapped at her husband,"Alessandro!" She growled, "Don't be rude" She chided, pointing her finger at him in a warning.
But it seemed like it only made him angrier if that's possible, "Don't tell me what to do Elena" He war
