Chapter 17: ★RED AND SLIVER★

    ~Chapter 17~@@@@

    The lady was smoking hot, breathtakingly stunning, with beautiful red hair that was packed into a bun and sharp dark eyes.

    Her red-painted sharp fingernails released my arm before moving past me with effortless elegance toward the dining table.

    "I expect you to doing your job before I sit," She boomed, quickly waking me from my trance, and I hurriedly ran to the tableside, positioning myself with haste before she took her seat at the left-hand side of the table adjacent to the head seat.

    The head and right-hand seats are empty but not only that, They were adorned with very stylish intricate carvings and details, which seemed to be designed for people of importance

    Both seats had a different design, setting them apart from the rest of the table.

    Ahh, a chillingly cold water was harshly thrown into my face, shocking me. "Are you deaf!" The red-haired lady exclaimed while I blinked rapidly, struggling to clear and open my eyes after the water stung them.

    "I said pass me the Osso Buco!" she demanded, her Italian accent thick, as she glared at me with an expectation of immediate obedience.

    The Osso... what? I had no freaking clue what that meal was, as I quickly looked at the table like a fool, my eyes darting back and forth, fixed onto the table not knowing which meal to pick.

    I wasn''t Italian, and the meal sounded like some exotic Italian dish that I had never heard of.

    Scanning the vast array of dishes before me. There were at least twenty different types of meals and I knew none of their names.

    From the corner of my eyes, I could already see the other guests serving themselves with ease. So why did she want me to serve her in the first place? When the other guests seemed to know how to serve themselves.

    A very strong, heavy cup hit me hard on the head, and I winced in pain, instinctively holding the spot.

    Miss Red, as I had mentally dubbed her, glared at me with a look of disdain and annoyance, clearly unhappy with the time I was wasting. "Foolish," she spat before opening one of the pots, making my stomach growl, and serving herself like a princess, making me want to strangle her.

    Our eyes met, and a sense of familiarity, perhaps recognition that I couldn''t quite place. Where had I seen him before? The feeling nagged at me, but I couldn''t pinpoint the memory.

    "Stay out of this, Antonio," Miss Red hissed, standing up from her seat too. OK; this looked like a war was about to happen.

    The air vibrated with tension, her high heels clicking on the floor as she marched towards me.

    Throwing a hot slap to my face, sending my head flying to the side. The force was not expected from someone like her, it was So hard and painful, making me almost lose my balance.

    "I said enough, Adelasia," Mr. Antonio quickly intervened, grasping the witch''s hand preventing another slap. Not gonna lie, she was damned strong; my cheeks were still throbbing witnesses to her fury.

    "Cosa diavolo e? il tuo problema? Stiamo mangiando, trova un altro posto per fare la tua drammatizzazione, non qui," (What the devil is your problem? We are eating, find another place to do your drama, not here.") Mr. Antonio tone was scolding.

    But ohh, come on, not the Italian again! I couldn''t understand a thing, and my messed up mind began to wander to dark places. What if they were planning my demise?

    Mr. Antonio continued speaking, his words lost on me, watching as Adelasia harshly pulled her arm from his grip.

    She stormed out of the dining hall, banging the doors shut behind her, but not before she shot me a withering glare, a parting gift that made my skin crawl.

    The sound of scraping seats filled the room as guests rose from their seats.

    Their faces were set nonchalant like they didn''t care what went on in the room. They filed out of the hall, some murmuring conversations together.

    The door creaked shut, as the last departed, leaving an unsettling silence falling over the hall. I stood frozen, willing the door to reopen and admit a distraction from this impending confrontation.

    But I was not so fortunate as Mr. Antonio, who stood watching me with his sharp blue eyes opened his mouth, expecting to hear a biting insult or scathing rebuke, "Sorry for that, carry on your job." His words completely took me off guard, and he turned, leaving me standing there surprised.

    There''s still hope for humanity.