(Formerly Titled Kenzie)
Could a simple babysitting / Nanny job really be that dangerous? Kenzie finds out the extremely hard way when her sentimental kindness lands her in the Vampire Realm of all places. --- After the strange death of her parents...
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Chapter Thirty One
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The walk to the dinning hall didn't diminish my mood. I was surprised I didn't feel the least bit nervous or worried.
0When I reached the doors, I gave the guards and the announcer a huge smile. They each returned my smile with a kind one of their own.
I followed the announcer through the doors and as he was announcing me, I bravely looked around, meeting every ones eyes with confidence. That was until I got to Bree's eyes. Her usual superior smug look was even more inflated cause as I looked from a happy looking Mitchell, who hadn't noticed me yet, I looked to the person sitting to Mitchell's right and clinging to his arm........ Bree.
She had that look in her eye and smirk on her lips as she glared at me saying, 'see, he is all mine'.
My mood, my confidence and my smile all came crashing in front of everyone. I couldn't leave now. Making a scene would be that much more embarrassing.
I couldn't help but wonder if this was the reason Blaine had told Lydia I wouldn't be joining dinner. An usher lead me to an empty seat that they just added, furthest from Mitchell, Bree, Azereen and King Drayven.
My heart flip flopped an irregular beat out of my embarrassment and great disappointment. I couldn't look their way during the entire meal so I never knew if Mitchell looked my way or not or if he even realized I had shown up.
But he had to of because I was announced. Maybe he ignored my name and me on purpose. So he wouldn't be embarrassed. I fought the tears as much as I could.
How could he tell me all those things in Doctor Ryland's office and then do this. Why? Why show me compassion and make me feel for him? Because he can, because he likes playing with peoples emotions and even lives. Everything he had Doctor Ryland tell me could also be a lie. Why? Because maybe he wants me docile. I mean, why spend the next few years trying to make someone who wants to go home from trying to escape when you can create some alternative story to keep them complacent.
I was the first to leave because I didn't wait for all the courses to be served. I no longer had an appetite. Instead of heading to my room I ran to the garden. I really enjoyed it at night with it being lit up with tiny twinkle lights. But not even the twinkle lights could calm my sour racing mind.
I was becoming angry with each step I took, leading me further in to the garden and further from the castle. I wondered how much further I could get and then, as I crossed a bridge over a little moat I remembered I was in an evening gown. I groaned with frustration.
