Chapter 113: Wild Tales

Damian Meave was the perfect example of a perfect daughter. I had been sitting across from her at a family dinner. Her cold blue eyes gazed right through me, towards the world behind. My teenage self felt nothing but fear and apprehension as I looked at her. Not now, my mother had said beside me. Of course, it's just for later. You can date whoever you want to date right now. She placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed it, jolting me out of the momentary haze that Meave’s cold eyes had put me in. Meave, in question, was traditionally beautiful. She was slim, with not an ounce of fat on her body. A straight nose and a slightly chubby face that I knew would soon slim out once she was done with her teenage years. The smile from earlier had told me she wore braces across her teeth. She was of average height, but her face, however, was rather distasteful—at least to me. She was conventionally beautiful, but her eyes somehow gave me the creeps. Despite being two years younger than me, I tho