Ephemeral //H.S

Chapter 44

-Lucy Urbinati-

Turns out my plans where washed down the drain the second we all sat down at the dinner table, I should have known better honestly, I couldn't have expected to learn about his activities in just one evening, that was too cocky of me. I was sat at the very end of the table, because Giorgio insisted on sitting in front of his guest, he has this really creepy thing where he likes to stare at people in the eyes when talking to them, I've been out of the basement for about 4 hours now and that's the first thing I noticed about him. So far the only things that I've learned while sitting there is that the guest's name is Marco Rossi, and that I really have a thing for expensive Italian wine, and that's about it.

Marco was sitting on my left and Giorgio on my right, the both of them in a deep conversation filled with shouts and overwhelming hand gestures, I was so over it already because I couldn't understand anything they were saying, and dinner hadn't even been served yet. I quickly learned that people were going to be waiting on us because the second I got up to get myself some water, Giorgio glared at me, but then quickly snapped his fingers and water was served, along with wine, which quickly made me forget about water all together. There were guards just standing against the wall, four of them to be exact and Matteo was one of them, and on the other side of the room were the waiters. I felt bad for them, Giorgio kept on snapping his fingers at them like they were some kind of animals, it made me want to grab a knife and chop all of his damn fingers off. But I bit my tongue and kept my mouth shut, looking straight ahead off me outside the sliding doors that lead to the backyard, where I could see the pool.

I was sitting up straight, silently drinking my wine and not even having to ask for a refill because every time I was done and would put the glass down, someone would just fill it back up much to my pleasure. I could feel a pain in my stomach because I hadn't eaten in so long, since I took the feeding tube out, I could feel that I was hungry but the thought of actually putting food in my mouth at this instant just makes me want to gag. But I don't really have time to think too much about it, because soon enough the waiters come back and place a plate in front of each of us. I offer my waiter a small smile to thank him and he nods, not even looking at me in the eyes when Giorgio glances sideways at the both of us, is mouth still running as he talked to Marco.

I look down at the plate of food and immediately my stomach twists, it was only the first course from what I could see, because it was served in a very small plate, and we all had three sets of cutlery at our sides, which means that you're supposed to use different one for different courses, I'm not really sure how I know this, but I just do, it doesn't take a genius.

I was starting to get a headache from all of their talking, they both seemed so passionate about whatever it is they are saying and it made me roll my eyes to myself as I grabbed my glass and took another sip of whine, enjoying how it started to make me feel after three glasses. They both started to eat, finally allowing a few seconds of silence while they chewed, but it didn't last very long, because Giorgio glanced at me and furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that I still hadn't touched anything.

"What's wrong Bella?" He asks, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin as he looked at me with his intense gaze, almost making me want to look away from him. The use of my middle name from his lips makes me want to vomit, but I don't make it noticeable, I hate when he calls me that but it doesn't look like he's gonna call me by my actual name anytime soon.

"I don't eat sea food, or fish, but of course you don't know that." I speak with a harsh tone, looking into his eyes and enjoying the way his jaw tenses as he glances at Marco quickly, snapping his fingers behind him again.

"Get her something else." He simply says while still glaring at me, silently asking to be less rude and I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms against my chest as I lean back against my chair, still looking at him while he resumes his conversation with Marco.