But I couldn’t help but compare myself, wondering if I was better, would Enzo treat me better? A wave of self-doubt washed over me. I grabbed at the pearls I was wearing, and in a fit of frustration, they snapped, scattering across the floor.
***
It was around ten in the evening when Enzo finally returned. He went straight to the dining room for dinner, and I joined him, silently. I focused on my plate, rushing to finish my meal.
“Amanda, you usually ask how my day went. Why are you so quiet now?” Enzo asked, his gaze piercing me with a hint of disdain.
I paused, my fork hovering over my food. “What’s the point of asking when you don’t even answer me?” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper.
Enzo’s eyes narrowed, and he set his plate aside. “And you’re talking to me like that? Amanda, what’s happening to you?”
Finally, he noticed my shift in behavior. He was used to me being kind and caring, even as he treated me like a servant. Now, I was letting him see the other side of me, the side that was just as heartless as he could be. I wasn't sure if he could handle it.