Bella shifted in her seat. She had asked the same question to her father. And her father told her that she was overreacting.
"I.. the food is tasty." Rafael nodded and did not press the matter. His eyes skipped from the dice to her hands, the slow and graceful movements of eating dinner. She was using the wrong spoon. It did not look like she was trained to stay as a noble. It meant she was not trained to spy on her. She was a horrible liar and a naive girl. What were they thinking when they sent her?
"You are not throwing dice anymore?" she raised a brow, looking relieved that he did not press her for an answer. And with a nod, she picked up the dice again. He won again and she bit her lips looking aggrieved.
