Chapter 61 The Cost Of Defiance

• Lily sat at the long dining table, the silverware gleaming under the warm chandelier light, the scent of roasted meat and expensive wine wafting through the air. She wasn’t hungry. In fact, her stomach twisted in discomfort, but she knew better than to refuse a meal in Dimitry’s presence.
• He sat across from her, cutting into his steak with practiced ease. Around them, the household staff moved with silent efficiency, refilling glasses and clearing plates.
• But something was off. The maid who placed her plate before her was not Amanda.