“Nothing, I’m just being myself. Amelia’s been with you, so for sure she’s been checking on you, right?” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
“What does Amelia have to do with this? Can you please not mention her name?” He said, his voice laced with irritation.
I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Why? There’s nothing wrong with what I said unless there’s something I should be worried about?”
After finishing dinner, I went to my room to pack my things. I saw Enzo fussing over a wrapped dress, a gift for Amelia’s birthday.
Seeing him so hands-on with my cousin, as if she were his wife, filled me with a cold rage. He had never put this much effort into anything for me. He only turned to me when he needed something.
“Amanda, you also want a gift?” he asked, seemingly oblivious to my simmering anger.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “No thanks. I don’t need anything.”
“Are you mad at me, Amanda? Are you upset that I didn’t let you have a piece of bread? If that’s the reason, you’re so childish!”
His words infuriated me. He was trivializing the situation, acting as if my hurt didn’t matter. I was tired of being treated like trash.