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Tw: mentions of bulimia
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, my eyes darting from my plate full of freshly made food to the empty seat at the head of the table.
No one knew where Lucian had disappeared to, he had been gone since last night and has yet to return. Leaving all his unfinished work behind, he's already gotten Dante and Giovanni pissed off since they had to finish his load.
It was a rule that no one could start eating without the man of the house present, which was Lucian. It used to be father, but he stepped down and passed the role to his eldest son, accompanied by the whole empire he used to control.
It was dead silent, no one uttered a word. My aunts and stepmother were passing around hushed words and communicated with their eyes, but other than the howls of the wind clashing against the dining room's windows, nothing else was heard. I was at the end of the table since I was the youngest, and Olivia was opposite me, sneaking on her phone from under the table. Next to me was Milan and opposite him was Verona. It sort of went in a zig zag pattern, going from youngest to oldest. Obviously the dogs; Zane, Darius, Ophelia, Bella and the cats Evelyn and Dara were in their designated corner of the room, their eyes firmly on the large double oak doors, waiting for him to walk in. They were trained to not eat until Lucian had started to, they were taught a lot of things.
It had been a good 10 minutes of us just sitting here and doing nothing, and I was getting more fidgety as time passed. I just had to be doing something all the time or else I would get irritated, so I just resorted to bouncing my leg up and down and playing with the intricately detailed hems of the silk dining cloth.
I had to feed Hades soon or else he himself would get just as irritated as I am right now, who knows if he'll bash against his newly replaced glass cage again.
"Can anyone get in contact with Lucian? It's getting pretty late." Delia asked, giving a knowing look to father who smirked back in response.
I feel like it's an unspoken rule for old people to not have sex, or at least discuss it while having dinner with your family.
"Tried to, fucker won't answer his phone." Angelo gruffly responded, unlocking his phone and showing us all the 23 miscalls he sent.
"I'm starving." Erika groaned, her elbows on the table and her head in her hands. Everyone else seemed to have just came back from work or one of the clubs that us rich people like to go to.
I was sitting here in my oversized shirt with my cozy socks over my cotton leggings, while everyone else was dressed to the nines.
I wanted to dress up too.
"So Valeria," I internally groaned when I heard my name, "How's school." Uncle Matteo asked, taking a sip of his whiskey knowing damn well he shouldn't have considering Lucian isn't present. Uncle Matteo didn't care about any of the rules, if he wanted to drink, best believe he was going to.
