Athilda's pov
"Oh really? So you're assigned to St. Calisha now? That's nice to hear," Mom said, her voice filled with interest.
"Yes, aunt," Enzo replied politely.
I ignored their little exchange. I was far more interested in the growling in my stomach. This was torture. Why do people love chatting before meals? I just wanted to eat in peace.
"I'm starving. Where's Talia?" I mumbled impatiently, poking at the serving spoon.
As if on cue, Talia and Lucien walked into the dining room.
"Finally!" I groaned dramatically. "Let's eat already, I'm dying here."
I wasted no time and started scooping food onto my plate like I had not eaten in days.
"Athilda! Mind your manners, we have a guest!" Mom scolded.
I rolled my eyes. "Mom, I'm hungry! That's all."
Mom looked at Enzo apologetically. "Enzo, please excuse her. She really has an attitude problem."
I rolled my eyes again as the others laughed, Talia, Lucien, even Dad chuckled. I did not see what was funny.
