I struggled to eat with my bandages on, and not once did he look my way, his attention was solely on Amelia. Though I was used to this by now I still feel jealous.
Just as I reached for a piece of bread, Enzo slapped my hand away, startling me.
“Amanda, I bought this for Amelia. Have some respect,” he dictated.
I bit my lip, unable to suppress the hurt I felt from his treatment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, Amanda. You can take one,” Amelia offered her plate to me, but I declined to avoid provoking Enzo’s anger.
After breakfast, Enzo started getting ready to leave with his pack. As I searched through the closet for his clothes, I was taken aback when I found a beautiful pink dress.
“Who own this?” I asked, holding it up.
Enzo quickly snatched the dress from my hands and shoved it back into the closet. “It’s a gift for Amelia’s upcoming birthday,” he explained.
My mouth fell open in disbelief. He had bought a gift for my cousin, yet he had never given me anything—not even on my birthday.
I fought back my tears, allowing the hurt to simmer beneath the surface as I watched him do whatever he wanted, even though it felt so incredibly unfair.
Amanda’s P. O. V