The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 59 Once more, | let out a long breath, letting my shoulder concave inward on myself. "Yeah, well, | didn't exactly stop her from talking in general," | muttered. "I should have done something to keep her from saying those terrible things about Alexander and me." Wendy shook her head in disagreement. "Trust me, it wouldn't have mattered what you could have said at the moment. In Fiona's case, it was actually better that you hadn't spoken much She's someone who can twist another person's words around and use them against them." | slowly shook my head in total bafflement.

"I'm sorry. | just find it so hard to believe that someone who heals others for a living, would go out of their own way to purposely make others feel horrible. It doesn't make any sense." Wendy waved her hand in the air as she spoke. "I've always seen Fiona as a bit of a walking contradiction. | think it may be perhaps that she's always dealt with certain insecurities like everyone else. What | want you to take away from that moment is not how she acted but how you acted." | slowly nodded my head.

"Okay." ---- "You did your best to keep your head held high and you stood your ground," she said. "You really want to know what most people recall from that moment?" "What?" | dared to ask. "all they can recall is how loud, obnoxious, and annoying Fiona was. Too much of the conversation was being spoken out of context so it wasn't entirely clear what the whole conversation was about." Whether this was true or not, | felt a whole lot better after hearing it "Now, it's been a long day," Wendy assessed.

"Why don't you head to the dining room and tell Nina to have the staff serve an early dinner?" After making a quick change of my clothes, | made it to the dining room where | sat down in front of a full, elegant dinner place setting. One of my first etiquette lessons involved being able to decipher which utensil was used during which course. | hadn't done very well during that lesson either. There was so much information flying through my head that | couldn't seem to focus on what was in front of me. But | wanted ---- to prove that Wendy's work on me wasn't going to be wasted.

When the staff brought out the first course, | glanced down at my many pieces of silverware. My heartfelt lodged in my throat while my stomach churned in knots. Right as | was about to reach for a certain utensil, a large hand reached out to stop me. | let out a sharp, fearful gasp only to find that Alexander was now at my side. "You're choosing the wrong one," he said softly. | waited for my heart rate to drop back down to its normal rhythm. "What are you doing here?" "| heard you were taking etiquette lessons from Wendy and | was curious as to how they were going," he answered calmly.

| stifled back a snort. "As you can see they're not going well." A light smile touched his lips. "When you're sitting at a dining table and there's more than the normal standard amount of forks and knives, generally the utensils that are fanned out the furthest are the ones that correlate to the courses being served," he explained. "Meaning, the furthest fork outward is the one I'm supposed to ---- use for the first course?" "Correct," he confirmed. "From there, you're going to work your way inward with your silverware as the mean progresses." My God, it was like | just had a revelation.

"I see." "Let me help you with your next few lessons," he requested. My eyes widened in disbelief