[Margaret's POV]
I saw Donald. He did not look happy.
I didn't know what happened. Did something go wrong this morning, or did something terrible happen? I wondered. I regretted not changing into my dress earlier. I was wearing only a black T-shirt and jeans. I must be looking unattractive.
Donald was expressionless. His eyes were a little scary as he stared at me. I understood what Elizabeth meant. When Donald wasn't smiling at me, there was something scary about him.
Or perhaps he had already realized that becoming my mate was a mistake and was starting to regret it.
The thought stopped me from walking toward him. I looked at him helplessly, wanting to do something to please him.
"Uh, do you want to have lunch together? Anthony is done."
His expression darkened. So it's me? I thought.
But Donald was already walking toward me. No one in the house was talking.
