Chapter 8

Emmeline’s POV

My shoulders jumped violently in sheer terror when Richard slammed the silver spoon down on the oak dining table with excessive force.

The loud, sharp clang echoed through the kitchen, making me flinch involuntarily.

I caught my breath, trying desperately to swallow the painful lump that had formed in my constricted throat.

Who the hell did this abusive bastard think he was to decide things for me like I was some mindless puppet?

I tried my best to act all tough and unfazed in front of him, silently thanking whatever higher power existed that I didn’t embarrassingly stutter over my words like I often did when nervous.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind going since we just moved into this new neighborhood,” I explained, trying to keep my voice steady.

“We really need to get on the neighbors’ good side right away, you know that. This is our big chance to make a good first impression and start building some connections...”