Angelica stormed out, she was fuming, if it was not clear from her cold eyes then her study, swift steps were a good indicator.
She was tired of Ian, it seemed that he deliberately said things and did things and insisted on things he knew she did not like simply to annoy her.
She hated whenever he spoke about her eating. If anything, it made her want to eat less than when she was alone. Apart from that, the castle food was still very bland.
She just could not stand him in that moment. She felt like being with him in the same room was torture, she needed some air.
Angelica wished that Ian would not follow after her so she would have time to herself to cool down. She rarely got as angry as she was at this moment. Even while she was back home with her father, she never let his words get to her too much, but with Ian, it was the opposite.
