Harper

DINNER

Harper's pov:

As I made my way downstairs, the sound of chatter grew louder, and my nerves started to kick in. "Damn it, I'm nervous again," I muttered to myself. 

I couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort that always seemed to accompany me in this place. "I seriously hate it here," I thought as I descended the stairs.

As the voices below became more distinct, I found myself struggling to muster any interest in what they were discussing. "I actually can't be bothered to care about what they are going to say," I mumbled under my breath. With that thought, I decided to block out my anxious thoughts and continue on my way.

Upon entering the room, all eyes immediately turned towards me, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of discomfort wash over me. "Why do people love looking at me?" I pondered as I stood there awkwardly. "Like, I know I'm hot, but it's rude to stare," I joked inwardly, trying to lighten the mood in my own mind.

The uncomfortable feeling only intensified as I noticed that the gazes were fixed not only on me but also on what I was wearing. "Either they were looking at me or they were looking at my dressing," I thought with a hint of exasperation. It was as if every set of eyes in the room had suddenly become fashion critics, and it was making me squirm.

"Kom zitten liefje," Mrs. Balloon said beside Tyrus, motioning for me to sit down. (Come sit down love)

As one of my brothers rolled his eyes at me, I couldn't help but think, "What's his problem? What an ass hole." 

I made my way to the dining table, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze.

I looked around for a place to sit, feeling increasingly confused until Hendrix (or at least I think that's his name) pointed to a seat close to him. I appreciated the kind gesture, but I didn't want to show it, so I just nodded and sat down. The seat was surprisingly well-furnished and comfortable. "I like it," I thought to myself.

For a moment there, I was worried I wouldn't find a seat, but I guess it's my lucky day.

"Ik hou van je dressing, het ziet er schattig uit," Mrs. Balloon said as Tyrus whispered something into her ear. (I love your dressing, it looks cute)

"Okay, so we are going to introduce ourselves in Dutch to make her understand and make her comfortable," Tyrus announced with determination. I just looked at him like I was dumbfounded. It was endearing to see these big guys trying so hard to learn Dutch for me.

"Hey sweetheart, ik ben Caroline, je moeder, maar voel je vrij om me te noemen wat je wilt," Mrs. Balloon said with a radiant smile. (Hey sweetheart, I'm Caroline, your mum. But feel free to call me anything you like.)

 Her smile was so beautiful that it made me feel uncomfortable. She seemed so kind and caring, but I didn't want to feel that way about her. I couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards her,I hated it,I hated how she made me feel.

I couldn't understand why I felt this way. I wanted to hate her, to hate everyone in this- place. No matter how long it takes, I vowed to get my revenge.

 But as much as I tried to push those feelings away, they lingered. Caroline's kindness only made it worse. 

"Ben je oke?" Caroline asked with concern laced in her voice. Why does she care? I thought to myself as I looked at her, trying to maintain a serious demeanor. (Are you okay?)

"Met mij gaat het goed, ga alsjeblieft verder met de introductie," I replied, meeting her gaze to convey that I was here for business. (I'm fine, please continue with the introduction)